Written in a Traffic Jam
We burned brightly
People said our
Names with a giggle -
Did we really do all that?
We discovered the world
With a shout
Under trees
As rain dripped down our necks;
As snow fell
And we huddled at gable walls;
As stars made their way
Across the wide everness.
We sit in small rooms
And the dullness left over
Dims
Posted by
at
17:20:08
I hate poetry. Odd for an literature instructor, eh? I never really understand it. Need something more concrete…like lentils.