Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2019
It was slow on
the highway today,
so we chose instead to go
up and down the rocking foothills,
past decaying barns. And
there, in the country,
I thought I saw a
stellar while cathedral,
as utterly empty as the fields.
Written by
Lemongrass  F/Canada
(F/Canada)   
154
   Perry
Please log in to view and add comments on poems