this morning I awoke with that <br />ache... that feels like Louisiana crying <br />the meter exempt from time <br />spoke to cobwebs and stained glass <br />I felt old, and they understood <br />within and without <br />sad songs play to <br />a packed studio of shadows <br /> <br />'the dust always gathers' <br /> <br />Its a lot like that.<br /><br />Cee Bea<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/louisiana-crying/
