Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

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The Thirteen Floor

Oh, my mind resides
on the Thirteenth Floor
at the Riverside
back behind a door

made of oak and spruce
in Victorian style
and I keep it loose
here behind my smile

All my friends are here
cyber-found and true;
others will appear
when the moon is new

We’re expecting you

© 2014 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Poets United wanted poems about the number 13, in poems of exactly 13 lines.

I counted them twice.

Peace, Amy