the bench is hard
cold as a morgue slab
an elegant building rises before me
with bricks the color of Crayola
mac & cheese
behind me, the gardens
Greek columns mark the entrance
to a place holding grasping the
last gauzy threads of summer
bright flowers
sweet smelling carpet
the splash of a mini waterfall
hidden in the jungle
a few crazy birds are awake in this chill
chirping and flapping and
hoping that winter is a silly legend.
I shiver
and hope so too.
- Write about a place with detail and imagery. I sat outside the Hinckley building the other day. -
<3 = brittany
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