Funny house mirrors
Empty smiles
make it clearer
Fold five times
Bent out of shape
Whistling issues
Like wind chimes
Make a big woot
Hood over head
forced to skoot
Blend into the crowd
Abstract painting
Can't make it out
Pity endowed
YOU ARE READING
The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
