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    Gray Light, Drifts Through Door, Makes Me Cough Tears Fall
    Gray Light, Drifts Through Door, Makes Me Cough Tears Fall
    Gray Light, Drifts Through Door, Makes Me Cough Tears Fall
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    Gray Light, Drifts Through Door, Makes Me Cough Tears Fall

    By David Howerton

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    Collection of poetry from notebooks filled last summer sitting a coffee shop, as I listened to half heard conversations and muzak. different types of poetry mostly free verse, but some cinquains and fibs fill in the abandoned spaces

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDavid Howerton
    Release dateOct 14, 2020
    ISBN9781005342210
    Gray Light, Drifts Through Door, Makes Me Cough Tears Fall
    Author

    David Howerton

    David is a part time programmer and lives in the American River Canyon outside of Auburn Ca. He has done landscaping sign painting cooking and made jewelry to pay the bills. He and his wife live with two bossy cats. He has three adult daughters and eight grandchildren. His hobbies include type design, soapstone carving, walks in the woods, collecting dragons, and a growing library of Science Fiction.

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      Book preview

      Gray Light, Drifts Through Door, Makes Me Cough Tears Fall - David Howerton

      Gray light, drifts through door,

      makes me cough tears fall

      By: David E. Howerton

      Copyright 2020

      David E. Howerton

      Transfinite Transgressions Press

      --after all you should--

      Be

      kind

      to those

      you meet when

      out today walking

      small things mean a lot to someone.

      --an afternoon on a dirty patio--

      Did

      you

      see them

      sitting there

      hopping I’d fall down

      bleeding onto concrete and sore.

      Didn’t

      come

      through right

      ended in pain

      and no one could care.

      Shirt

      ruined

      again

      didn’t let it

      bring me down by much

      and I ended up forgiving them.

      --and a hare wanders through--

      Just a blank moment as the sun rises

      feeding the quiet

      before morning rush starts

      and the quiet ends for a few hours.

      Looking over traces of fog

      sheets of dust

      cover flat surfaces

      and a hare sits there

      nibbling at something.

      No smiles yet

      the air smells of wet,

      sounds of coffee brewing

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