unfinished

a rare 2021 poem

i hear
the wind moan and hiss around the building
the repair on the roof flaps about
the ladder up there bangs down to me
tired of not being used
50 mile an hour winds
have held up work for weeks
rain, snow, cold
this place is brutal
it was not a place for a broken roof
but the room down here is warm
the only place that is

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