Park bench. Cool air. Public space. About to drink peppermint tea I’m staring at the rim-filled boiling water, blowing on the water, making little waves, and I hear footsteps, grown up footsteps Continue reading little white running sneakers
Under the fallen branches of your home;
Across the dusty mantle I let sit,
A homemade jewel, was giv’n me by my aunt,
To hand it sweet to you for wedding with.
Though next to said ‘fall Continue reading Under the fallen branches