December 22, 2020

Winter Solstice Poem

What do you wanna be? and
Where do you wanna be?

Or is it your capacity to see faces in patterns?

The people drop off one by one
Leaving the stars and the silence

Longest nights for sleeping
If you’re lucky

Ease in to what you are, where you are
They’re all days to you

Location:Glen Allen Dr,Baltimore,United States