p.l. wick

Stayed too long in Denver
 

tramping Colfax Avenue
collar turned against
snow dusted
late autumn winds.

Memories
slip from my pockets,

so many,
dry yellow leaves
blowing away to dance
with those gypsy
days of summer.


Writing for over four decades; p.l. wick has one trade book and eleven chapbooks credited. Published: from youth organization monthlies to slick-lit journals, even outlaw biker magazines. No affiliations—barely a tenth grade education. Please, never a poet, simply a versifier—a sgraffitist if one will.

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