Poems from carolynphillips12
It’s the sight of your mother throwing up in the kitchen,
Her face red as a tomato,
For whatever reason, unable to keep the food down...
In autumn, leaves should fall.
The roads colored with an intricate leaf tapestry,
But there are no leaves in the city.
The roads remain...
A car light shines in the distance
Slowly illuminating the gravel beneath my feet.
My sister films my walk up the street.
Mom calls to us...