Open Letter
The promised rain ate itself in the clouds
Without spilling a drop down
Changing swings for the roundabouts
On the sunny street of uptown
I saw an open letter, a piece
Of white paper, spinning down from the sky
It was written there if you see this
Don’t tell, and don’t wonder why.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2024
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