There are some mornings
Where it is agonizing to get up
It's overcast
And nothing is on the calendar
There's no reason to be up
No matter what the clock says
I call these
Lofi mornings
Why be up
When you can just
Grab your laptop
And turn on lofi
Listening to the soft music
Staring at the ceiling
And making patterns out of the stars
You once stuck to the ceiling
YOU ARE READING
Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
