Poems from WaffleSock50
There’s an intersection on the corner of my block
On the right it keeps curving down
To the left it branches off
Came to that corner...
I cracked open that book someone gave me awhile back The sound of the radio Bubbling of the water in the pot Faded As for only three...
Tick tock,
The hands spin round
We all heard the clock
but together we ignored it,
It was distant, beyond our sight
There’s still time...