We sit on white plastic chairs
and watch the rain
wash these streets.
This is not a last meal;
let us origami our hands
and sing our departure songs
to the mirror glass of the sky.
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 3:27 PM UTC
We sit on white plastic chairs
and watch the rain
wash these streets.
This is not a last meal;
let us origami our hands
and sing our departure songs
to the mirror glass of the sky.