Poems from BCHaut
Let them go
let them go
let them go
let them go:
Hope and all her
homeless friends.
They try to fly
to the moon,
always earthbound
by...
A side-street district sleeps to the beat of the heated city streets
Where the dirt on the windows can’t even be seen
Where the shades of...
Dust me off and take me for a spin
I begin to feel you here again
Maybe I will cross your mind when autumn comes
Or just become a face of...