I kick an old flyer
onto the road.
The wind blows it
right back.
Debris has conquered the streets
-trash unleashed from ice like artifacts-
as across the lawns
the mounds of snow
have melted down
to last November.
I kick an old flyer
onto the road.
The wind blows it
right back.
Debris has conquered the streets
-trash unleashed from ice like artifacts-
as across the lawns
the mounds of snow
have melted down
to last November.
“-trash unleashed from ice like artifacts-”
I dig that line!
Thank you!
You’re welcome.