After K
Orange peels
plastic trash
lids, scattered
mint green leaves,
Glowing, his little face
peeking, a window
clinging rain drops
bursting light
you flashing by, Red
roses reaching up, crumbled life
that stone grave.
After K
Orange peels
plastic trash
lids, scattered
mint green leaves,
Glowing, his little face
peeking, a window
clinging rain drops
bursting light
you flashing by, Red
roses reaching up, crumbled life
that stone grave.
