Watch the globe spin
In the classroom,
Close your eyes and pick a point.
You land in the middle of
The Pacific Ocean
And a laugh falls from our lips;
You try again,
And you land somewhere else.
YOU ARE READING
Goodbye, Pastel
PoetryI wonder is you can feel it too- The discrete pockets of sunlight Slipping through on dreary days; It warms my skin and fuels my smile. I'll keep the garden, After all. {Sequel to Fake Flowers}
