Sidewalk Epiphany
A poem.
Oct 16, 2013
A cold walk.
An outdated dress.
Wind slid icy fingers up my legs.
Pushed me back so violently
I turned away
the sun shone out
through a pocket
in the endless blanket
A cold walk.
An outdated dress.
Wind slid icy fingers up my legs.
Pushed me back so violently
I turned away
the sun shone out
through a pocket
in the endless blanket
I like to be outside. I am a field potato. she/her/mama. I write what I want. Not branded.