Africa
should you always
stride in at an early
dawn, when the sun
scarcely lights up
the fog?
do you sit all alone
by the glass glazed
with frost
just to stare at
the globe
before the awakening
let the view
clog?
YOU ARE READING
I named her Africa #Wattys2015
PoesieI didn't mind if my fingertips were rusted with coffee grounds, or if my palm still hosted bread crumbs, I reached out my hand across the table, and you squeezed it but proved me wrong. My mind was spiraling, my heart, unstable. ____________________...
