Categories Poems Brick Wall Post author By Jack Fuzz Post date April 26, 2020 No Comments on Brick Wall Battered. Stout. Shoving the highway east. But she can’t resist Morning’s arms. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Tags backyards, Haiku, Haiku Poems, Haikus, highways, infrastructure, mornings, Poems, Poetry By Jack Fuzz Blogger. Amateur Midfielder. View Archive → ← Poet Donald Hall in one question → Protect and Served Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
