
Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. On our daily walk, I paused at this old electrical box— no disconnected, but still locked while rusting on its pole. Like all old things and people, forgotten. And so, a poem.
Poetry
Old and Forgotten
Rusted, broken, locked:
Sheri Edwards
untethered from its power,
lost with all the old.
04.19.23 110.365.23
Poetry/Photography [See-Frame-Focus]