Jul 2019
The storm drops they are
clawing, clawing
at the walls
I feel the shadows lengthening
exhale of evening
If you were a hungry dog
abandoned at my doorstep
would I still?
“let
me
in.”
clawing, clawing
at the walls
I feel the shadows lengthening
exhale of evening
If you were a hungry dog
abandoned at my doorstep
would I still?
“let
me
in.”
July 5, 2019
