comes and goes like normal.
I don’t trip on the stick
lying across the sidewalk,
and I don’t miss my bus,
which is also running
a few minutes behind
its daily schedule.
All of us here making
our own peace within
the shoulders of time.
comes and goes like normal.
I don’t trip on the stick
lying across the sidewalk,
and I don’t miss my bus,
which is also running
a few minutes behind
its daily schedule.
All of us here making
our own peace within
the shoulders of time.
Common Poem 