Threaded bow-ties carved into stone
Show little remorse.
Take three cards and flip them,
You'll give them meaning.
Starlight drips through the curtains
Bathing the room in its glow.
You'll dream of fountains and gnomes placed in a row.
You'll follow fireflies until you see them no more.
Soon you will realize you've been led to a door.
YOU ARE READING
Dumping Grounds
PoesíaSometimes when you are dumping your mind, poetry arises. In this anthology, travel with me to dreamy places or the dark corners of my mind, perhaps invoking the writer in you. I hope these pieces speak to you in some way as they have to me. Dumping...
