dVerse Poets Pub
Down at the bus stationdrunks and drifters prepare to sail away to somewhereanywhere away from hereas if you could somehow get away from you
You're not of that ilkbut with a little letting goyou could be
The woman in the adjacent seatis talking to someonethat isn't you and you surmiseit must be God
Out your windowsnowflakes plummetonto an empty plainand there is your God
Darkness descendswith only the open road and the cold starsbeaming out yesterday
This is where you belongand there is no forgetting
Published on November 15, 2018 15:08