I could sit here all morning trying to compose a more profound piece about the outdoors, about the trees and the smell of dust and the greenness of grass. But it's better to go outside. To let the light embrace me the way we are not supposed to embrace. It's best to offer our lips…
Tag: poem
A poem from my past
From 2007-- I was 26 when I wrote this and evidently FULL of angst. Enjoy!...