I’ve seen each day
distantly
Awoke to the sound
of cars parking
I’ve looked down littered alleys
The rivers on either side
of me
I’ve had enough
of this tenuous
intimacy
Take a look or ignore it
Always unsure
From which direction
the sun rose
from Small WorksFind more by Pam Rehm at the library
Copyright © Pam Rehm
Used with the permission of Flood Editions.
