Musing upon crepuscular rays

Striated layers
of smoke spanning the room’s width––
small Sargasso Sea

Recall the things
unchanging like first day crowds,
the smell of the bus

[A shorter haircut years ago might’ve paid off]

About andrewwhiting

A sentimental and sarcastic poet, lover of language, traveling and nature (not a fan of the Oxford comma).
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