What’s left of her
independence could be lost
on those leaves budding
too early
to be in tune. Survival
of the opportunistic—the fittest
in a fancy new suit. Who
would wear a dress,
a tie, to a basement
house party where the pipes
might be about to burst? This leather
jacket has no secrets to hide
yet. Will there be time? Tornadoes
can’t destroy the true wall
where faces and signatures
are faint but there, if
you study the brick
long enough and in the right light.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
house party where the pipes
might be about to burst?- this one line can actually mean so much…your imagery is strong. I really like the ending.
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Thanks so much. I appreciate your taking a look at my poems.
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This is great Arambler. I like the construction and imagination. You rock!
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Your words speak to my heart!
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Wow, you are an amazingly true talent!!
Thank God, and Jingle for your poems!! I just know I will be a follower of yours. Well, I guess I already am! 🙂
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Hi there William from Jingles rally here, lovely poem, great imagery, the ending was superb 🙂 please visit my entry 🙂
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