Feb 2021
I was never one for the daylight,
rather a soul made for
the nighttime.
Stepping out
on the cold concrete, barefoot
to see the stars
was more my schtick than
was watching the sunset.
rather a soul made for
the nighttime.
Stepping out
on the cold concrete, barefoot
to see the stars
was more my schtick than
was watching the sunset.
This poem was written in 2018.
