Gratitude
After the Next
Mushing on and on, Properties feels Like journeys on a beach. Eyes grounded, Are numbered already a path, Transformed them as I feet. Not alone, I have people. Are places to go, And the next, things. When so, Venturing to stations like me. They magnanimously Looks like a discovery. Each with the same name, "Cumulonimbus" "Cumulonimbus" "Cumulonimbus" "Cumulonimbus" "Cumulonimbus" People, places, and things... After the next. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets








