My Dear Readers
My new piece Autumn Reflections up at Free Verse Revolution.
I walked on the street between the two rows of those old homes with their locked doors, their blue peeling walls, and their sleepy eyes concealed by dark brocade drapes.
I wanted you. First, the song seemed to come out of nowhere.
Then on the opposite sidewalk I could see the children dressed in white, blindfolded, their feet floating above the cracked asphalt like some withered autumn leaves carried by a psychedelic wind.
The children sang.
I could make out the refrain: “We can’t see, we can’t hear.”
@Gabriela Marie Milton