You’ve been given a page in my book.
Feel proud.
One gets a sentence,
And the other is barely a footnote.
A page is a worthy accomplishment.
However, I don’t feel like you deserve a chapter.
YOU ARE READING
Storm Prophecies
PoesíaRain falls in crosshatch across the lamp lit sky, splattering the asphalt ground with splashes of reflected light. I look at the sketchbook in my hand and trace the penciled rain and smudged glow. It was shit. I let to book fly onto the muddy grass...
