Dust on my keyboard as I sit down to reach for a poem. This town has changed since that Thursday. Charred fields and brick-heavy hearts I watched the smoke rise and billow until the sky turned black I felt my…
Dust on my keyboard as I sit down to reach for a poem. This town has changed since that Thursday. Charred fields and brick-heavy hearts I watched the smoke rise and billow until the sky turned black I felt my…