No One Home

No One Home

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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Drooling at the Door

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No One Home

Their was a junk in his approach to the doorway
Slovenly manners drooling from a man made joule
He knocked but no one answered
The drool now up to his knees.

© 2015 Alfred Kukitz


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Yes exactly. You never know when that doorway and yourself meet in time.

Thanks Jacob!

Regards,
Al

Posted 10 Years Ago


almost like he was knocking on his own door, trying to find the self he had left behind years ago...the rich man now become a beggar.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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