A train, High Street Station to 59th Street, July 22nd, 2014
Mysterious notes on a yellow pad. I must see them. Luck! The woman between us has left.
A self-described “chronic list writer” and longterm journal writer. I love her poem.
The old country
in my new heart
dusty corners
no broom in site
I’ll use my hands
to brush the dirt
from the cracks
in the floor