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The Saint of Words

written by: emdonnelly7

@odetoapoet

 

It waits at the bottom of an old desk drawer.
Yellowed around edges with wrinkles.
Waiting to be loved again. Given a second chance.
An edge is burned and some of the words have faded.
A semblance of Bukowski's face, but not so tainted.
Still, there is some purity below the circles and deep folds.
Even after spilled beer with nothing to show.
Every once in a while it hears a rustle.
It prays to the saint from the light above.
Because his heart is filled with verses of love.

emdonnelly7

emdonnelly7

Edward M. Donnelly is a high school English teacher in Stamford, Connecticut. He earned a bachelor and master's degree from Fordham University. Edward writes to make sense of the ever presence of madness in the world. He believes laughter is the elixir of a well lived life.
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