fall season
beat beat beat
maple branches touch my jumper
sneak in to pair of cloth
go straight to breasts
leaves glitter
dog stumbles
woman overlooks
ray spears her chest
east pearl
hidden in between
rug redness
and crumpled magazine
step to step
i little blinded
trees shaking
woman missed a roach
it bounced and
met the pavement
This poem is about:
Our world