Rainy day again,
but bright enough for shadows;
those of passing planes
glide across my bedroom wall
as I pull up the covers,
chilled by the world’s cold shoulder
and my own cold feet.
Copyright 2015
T. Allen Culpepper
Rainy day again,
but bright enough for shadows;
those of passing planes
glide across my bedroom wall
as I pull up the covers,
chilled by the world’s cold shoulder
and my own cold feet.
Copyright 2015
T. Allen Culpepper
