The Yellow Brick Ave


Here’s another poem that I had written just slightly earlier than “That Night” on the opposite side of the same piece of scrap paper. D.C. I miss sitting with you. I remember that day, staring at the rushing Potomac before usAnd how your head was in my lap.We were surrounded by history and new experiences,ButContinue reading “D.C.”


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