A Season for Living

Why is it I can’t afford a season living here? The lights that gleam elude me                     the last rays           ricochet off glass windows in the traffic of debris outside my faded window. Bright men and women ​                  briskly return         underneath the heavy jaundiced heat, one leg stubbornly pushing  just before the day breaks No one finds the end And in breathing they live in loops … Continue reading A Season for Living