Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2023
Who in the world
gets to sit and watch
the sun go down
in their own back yard
light glistening on the sea
and their love go down
with every move
of the money market
just me
I guess
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
62
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems