
This post is part of a series called 100 Days of Poetry.
I like quiet places
with loud surroundings
empty parking lots and their
zigzag organization
the warmth of the car on a crisp
night, the fresh air circulation
of the waves
and you,
too.
This post is part of a series called 100 Days of Poetry.
I like quiet places
with loud surroundings
empty parking lots and their
zigzag organization
the warmth of the car on a crisp
night, the fresh air circulation
of the waves
and you,
too.