Shanghai, I still remember you. From long quite long so long ago; Your skyline in the morning sun, And me: afraid of shadows When I was young, I foolish was (And foolish am, but that’s beside) I flew around the many worlds That formed my glass enclosure — At distant skylines I would stare, On … Continue reading "Skyline"

Right Before

Underneath her bright umbrella On a cloudless, rainless day She looked pretty - pretty angry - And she had a lot to say...