Maybe…tomorrow

January 15, 2017 Poetry

Maybe Tomorrow (FunkyGemini) …a poem by Sena Quashie — 15 jan, ‘16 My eyes are the dew On the wet grass They see only the hand placed On the page of the rainWhere the thinning of poetry Is blurred By trying to reproduce the summer Under the advent of clouds It is a failed watercolor Of a sunshine on the beach But tomorrow maybe The light will […]