With Webinar on Mute

Late winter
living life in captivity
behind the glass of my office
window facing McGann’s lumber yard
hearing but not feeling
the west wind, incongruous
smell of citrus zest
on my hands,
watching tarps billowing
on lumber stacks
like sailboats on a tropical sea.

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Published by

Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner

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