2 poems from Andrew Ray Williams

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Ten

A freckled sparrow swashes 
in the pooled water on the side street, 
while the adolescents stride past our house 
towards the high school. 
  
How fortunate we are to be hand in hand on this porch. 
  
Next week, a decade will have passed 
since we were submerged 
into the collected mass of wedded pairs. 
We were only kids. 
  
How fortunate we are to be hand in hand on this porch. 

Insomnia 
Poem also found on Discretionary Love 

Her head hit the goose feather pillow  
the way an automobile collides into a 
barricade during a crash test. But her  
mind continued to spinout. If only I could  
take the vehicle’s crunched frame in my hands  
and expand it. Then I could learn to play it  
like an accordion, and in tempo with her 
breathing, perhaps warble out a lullaby.  

https://www.discretionarylove.com/insomnia-andrew-ray-williams/

Bio: Andrew Ray Williams is a poet living in Pennsylvania, USA. His work has been featured at Ink, Swear & Tears, Red Eft Review, The BeZine Quarterly, among others.