There is a dumpster on the corner
Of the street
Inside sits a crumpled napkin
Thrown away
There is a circle coffee stain
On the napkin
Inside the circle there is some writing
A final plea
The writing bleeds its ink
Like the plasma designs in the writer's sink.
YOU ARE READING
I Am Everything
PoetryExcerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during t...
