Old litter sit in gutterswhile ladieswalk the corner, onereceiving prayer. The coffee cups aren’t free,But you can buy it with coffee. I’ve never been this far awayfrom home,only to find6 Mile and Woodward Ave. But isn’t that cornereverywhere?
Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
Old litter sit in gutterswhile ladieswalk the corner, onereceiving prayer. The coffee cups aren’t free,But you can buy it with coffee. I’ve never been this far awayfrom home,only to find6 Mile and Woodward Ave. But isn’t that cornereverywhere?