by David Ackley
consummate mimic
of living
alive or not
silent omnipresent
stowaway on the cheap
on the light
tiny bubble boy
so close to nothing
such lessness
thief in the night
known for take-away.
a cough
what went with you
when you left
a caesura
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"I would start this poem at "tiny bubble boy"--such a strong image! Really enjoyed.
thanks, Daryl