-Patricia Thrushart
North/South brings Poets and Artists together to further encourage Poetry and the Arts in the Appalachian region and supports Reconnecting McDowell. For electronic/print publication information contact nosoappalachia@gmail.com
Sunday, March 31, 2019
Where A Lamp Is Lit
Light spills through a window
filtered by a broken blind
onto a littered street;
a flood of warmth
amidst blight.
I imagine
someone is sheltering there—
away from the graffiti
on the warped plywood
boarding up the next house,
the pawn shop wrapped in bars,
needles on the ground.
-Patricia Thrushart
http://www.thewatershedjournal.org/
-Patricia Thrushart
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