Warm
the mug of coffee on my desk at 4am.
Sharp edges
of a rumpled photograph in my hand.AN: I have no idea what this poem is, but I guess it's an experimental thing.
YOU ARE READING
the city
Poetryand no matter how much you water scorched grass and withering weeds, you will never make a garden re-grow -M.R c.2016
Experiment
Warm
the mug of coffee on my desk at 4am.
Sharp edges
of a rumpled photograph in my hand.AN: I have no idea what this poem is, but I guess it's an experimental thing.