Morning
Poem
Morning in my alley, sun through the window
Mr. handyman gives the drill a truce
The cock rests, the child laughs
Today there are no tantrums, everything says yes
the couple at war on the second floor
Made up, is out there dating
Morning in my alley, sun through the window
Mr. handyman gives the drill a truce
The cock rests, the child laughs
Today there are no tantrums, everything says yes
the couple at war on the second floor
Made up, is out there dating
The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry