After the drive home
on a dry and sunny day
my bed will hold me.
feminist poet cat lover in St. Louis. walks around the place. good soup. absurdity. good conversation. she/they
Without my glasses
The River is brown and gray
And dotted with shacks.
I love the train ride between St. Louis and Kansas City. The last few times I took it there was so much snow on the riverbanks and towns. I love the quiet gray and brown of late winter and early spring. Love seeing the nests and new life along branches.
Also I tend to strain my neck from facing out the window.