I watch the sun’s slant in the gloaming hours
energy soaks the wood planks on the floor
long after the last box has been loaded
but before the first memories folded
us out the door
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I watch the sun’s slant in the gloaming hours
energy soaks the wood planks on the floor
long after the last box has been loaded
but before the first memories folded
us out the door