study in white

duck into the hole
crawl down the winding
luminous tunnel
polished by other crawlers

here is a silent world
that does not exist in summer
a child-devised warren
in a mound in plain sight

here a niche
where Jackie stowed his snowballs
for a rainy day
he laughed

here a twisting sub-tunnel
down into dark
Donald’s basement
pass quickly

emerge finally onto
the dazzling battlements
ready to defy all

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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