Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2016
We collect things
play with them awhile
put them away
where they accumulate

The unfinished project
in the garage
The clothes you are wearing right now
The dirt under your fingernails
the people who call you by name
the randomness of it all
becomes part of the story

This rainy day
a couple weeks before Christmas
feels like home
no happy ending
just old hands
soft  to touch.
Written by
Charles Brannick
340
   ---, Austin B and samuel austin
Please log in to view and add comments on poems