Passport
my passport is laying dusty
on the dresser in my room
constantly, reminding me
of my last trip to the sea
I need to squeeze in one more trip
to this place I love
where serenity, engulfs me
and the white noises leave quietly
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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