ONE MILLION MILES
The river seems dark green today, like
a lacquered box in some old hardware
store, where the Slavic owner never
stops talking about nails. I can't take
it anymore, though I'd love to see you
smile. Heck, one million smiles. For
one million miles. Like free money to
me. Similes like that are hard to see.
No comments:
Post a Comment