Poems from AWPoetry
Dear Friend,
When I see you I think of bronze,
Or the hot sun beating on a man who just mounted his finest sculpture,
The green hills and...
Stenches from take-out restaurants and people who should shower more often,
Looking up to the sky only when buildings pointed that way,...
Tip toed,
Old age comes and smothers innocence,
Purely out of habitual fashion,
We sit back and keep our eyes closed,
And when we return to...