Linda Studley

In The Top of My Dome

This could be the day
when the words run away
and the poetry gets ugly ‘cause
there’s nothing left to say.

So I’ll try to keep it short
and I’ll try to keep it sweet
but I can’t make any promises
I’m not equipped to keep.

I didn’t promise gems
I only promised poems
and sometimes though the lights are on
there’s really no one home.

In the top of my dome.

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