poem in parts
Published in Spring 2024 Online Folio the wind licks my knuckles again again a church bell mouths out another hour now a memory the park loses its fullness the last two boys playing catch leave as i pass i stand inside the yellow light pouring smartly out of a street lamp it digs my skin […]
Published in Spring 2024 Online Folio the wind licks my knuckles again again a church bell mouths out another hour now a memory the park loses its fullness the last two boys playing catch leave as i pass i stand inside the yellow light pouring smartly out of a street lamp it digs my skin