Rain
from the edge of my hoodie-
Spring morning
Face down
in tamped young grass-
scattered Skittles.
Gunshot echoes-
The gurgling from
a fallen can
from the edge of my hoodie-
Spring morning
Face down
in tamped young grass-
scattered Skittles.
Gunshot echoes-
The gurgling from
a fallen can
1 comment:
it's really nice little poem.
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