Saturday, January 20, 2018

Scattered (Day 367)

scattered like pebbles 
we don’t see
each other often 
which translates to: 
at your window 
watching a stream 
of stoop-shouldered 
students trickle 
along the sun-cracked 
sidewalk to and from 
the community 
college up the road
you like to say
we all have our own
lives but this
is not the one
I would have chosen 
for you

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six