Best Poems Written by Kale Mcclure

Place

I walk a road.
It leads me to a place I have never seen.
I stop and look at that place, to see if it has glowed.
Looking for some type of glean. 

The place I visit is mowed.
I try and make amends with it.
The place moves its own way.
I look at the place and the bits. 

The place is old and decrypted now. 
I feel kind of gray. 
And I wonder how. 
The place does too. 
I sit there and vow. 
To never never figure out who.

Copyright © Kale Mcclure | Year Posted 2017