Would tonight be a good
night
to go?
Bare Spring, buds and
daffodils. Hasta’s shoulders
peek and I and my
friend share the
evenings
braille messages.
Our heart's alert ,
fingers reach,
Maybe tonight?
after you leave?
The rain begins.
Shares the drops with
tears.
And I look at the
empty bed.
Night Lights hang on
neon signs,
And the guitar sings
of blue beaches.
I want to leave but
quietly.
Saturday erupts .
It won't hurt…
Caroline Shank
May 2, 2025