quiet afternoons,
lethargic and sleepy.
dabs of pink paint,
some blue to make it pretty.
there are birds chirping,
and the sun is starting to set
behind the old trees.
i hang photographs on my wall,
postcards worth keeping,
my favorite quote from The Little Prince.
YOU ARE READING
sonder
Poetry70 days of summer 70 poems of sonder (might also include a photo i took on the day of writing the poem)
