A simple breeze brushes against my face,and my heart skips as I realize spring is here.The sun rests gently on my skin,shining brighter than it has in a long time.I see children running around with freezies,laughter scattered in the air. It feels rare....almost too rare,in this generation, in this town.As I look from side to… Continue reading A Breath of Spring
Tag: Poetry
The Commute Home
What do I find?What can I findthrough the hills and holes of the underground?A brisk wind travels through the train windowsas the rush of the tracks moves us forward. I sit and stare.A tired mind listens to the constant entrances and exits.Echoes of movement follow the train as it speedstoward everyone’s different destinations.Slow, steady steps… Continue reading The Commute Home