A Galaxy For Chris
Chicago’s pall, leave behind.
Evanston’s smog,
still, a hope. Lone telescope –
through the fog, Faint light find,
Andromeda’s call.
Copyright © Dave Martsolf | Year Posted 2015
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment