Cloud-covered
to hide the meteors, the
dark filled with cricket song
After enough time
even songs disappear
and it’s too early or too late
for anything except
me keeping company
with the night
while it fills up
all the jars of tomorrow
Cloud-covered
to hide the meteors, the
dark filled with cricket song
After enough time
even songs disappear
and it’s too early or too late
for anything except
me keeping company
with the night
while it fills up
all the jars of tomorrow
there's a poem in every day
aka: The Happy Bookers
Artist
I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"
custom poems on vintage typewriters
One Poet's Writing Practice
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment
And here I thought I was the only poet sitting outside to see the Perseids in the middle of the night. I like where you went with this poem.