Although the wooden posts stand tall and proud,
the thin black lines sag with certain shame,
swaying in the coral sky.
It makes me feel like everywhere is the same.
—N.A.
Poetry & Verse by Nicholas Alzate
Although the wooden posts stand tall and proud,
the thin black lines sag with certain shame,
swaying in the coral sky.
It makes me feel like everywhere is the same.
—N.A.
