It's daylight, the sun kissing the sky, bathing the land with an orange sigh
I gather my thoughts that sit on the cement around me, my wallet is gone but that's above me
Fleetfooted lightness brings me back on my feet, I walk a mile home, a smile of defeat;
Here we go again, says the people on the streets
//k.u.
YOU ARE READING
The Quarantine Book
Poetry"--the stillness of isolation, the blazing aloneness, the rich moments with loved ones, and the sole solitude of the person. The rumination of a bored writer, a reflection of the months, a reaction to the silence and loudness of life. It's a methodi...
