I sit alone at a table here,
my seatmates are bags and boxes.
The sun is shining and the sky is clear,
Lana just got baptized and there are guests.
I type this poem
To narrate once again.
I already want to go home.
But I’m wishing this day won’t rapidly end.
YOU ARE READING
Rhyming Thoughts
ПоэзияRhyming thoughts. Spilled words. Random Poetry.// 8/7/16 - Hi. First of all, to those who have read the first ever poems I posted here and also those who plan to read this collection - thank you so much. Knowing that a few of you out there read or e...
