Voorhies Avenue
I dream of a time when it was raining.
skies draped in sheets of nighttime
I'm hiding...
barefoot I feel the sensation
of the chills sent up my spine
by the cold windowsill.
the lights on the streets blurred
the pavement glimmered
what was once dull, grey concrete
turned into a shining black sea.
Copyright © Maeve Stefanek | Year Posted 2021
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