I imagine my mother dreaming the streets and her dreams are what happens in the streets below, the way she used to dream me home safely by sitting up and waiting for me to stumble in, no matter how late the hour.
Sitting [Poem]
I imagine my mother dreaming the streets and her dreams are what happens in the streets below, the way she used to dream me home safely by sitting up and waiting for me to stumble in, no matter how late the hour.
Sitting [Poem]