On a porch lit, a memory waits.

On a porch lit, a memory waits.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

What chambers will glow
as a thought travels
through memories membranes?

I see a light
on a porch lit,
the door open -
a welcoming home.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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Added on May 19, 2019
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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