Poem: Bricks
The luxury of idle contemplation is a new and very valuable experience. |
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BricksMy aloneness washes over me Thoughts spun out in solitude, No time earlier to peer inside a brick, One laid upon its brother frames a wall If walls close out, they close in as well |
![]() This poem is included in Jim Freeman’s poetry collection THE SMELL OF TWEED AND TOBACCO available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |
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