I look through the cane strips in these lanterns
I see light split into four quadrants
I know none of them will light this place
When the last guy leaves and turns off the switch.
NaPoWriMo 2017, Poem 4
I look through the cane strips in these lanterns
I see light split into four quadrants
I know none of them will light this place
When the last guy leaves and turns off the switch.
NaPoWriMo 2017, Poem 4