Today, like most days, the stop in front of the main post office
I watch colors blur with random movements. Yet, from
behind me his cello voice reverberates his daily mantra.
A collection of the best poetry from the floating bridge press chapbook competition. for you.
Today, like most days, the stop in front of the main post office
I watch colors blur with random movements. Yet, from
behind me his cello voice reverberates his daily mantra.