2023-05-26
scratched glass
I want to leave my old world behind.
My lady, won't you meet me in late-afternoon window frames of a city in decline? Children cannonball the swimming pools. Sunlight sleeps in the driveways of the neighborhood. Laughter caught in this slant of light. This is a past that will never grow old. The only narcotic we need is the radio program at dusk. |