Jun 2015
It was a napkin
scribbled with unfinished love lines,
that blew away on the wind,
an air current ripped it
from my palm,
or maybe I let it fly far off
on purpose
scribbled with unfinished love lines,
that blew away on the wind,
an air current ripped it
from my palm,
or maybe I let it fly far off
on purpose
Daniel Magner 2015
