Riding in the ho hum, among jittery transients pacing the walkways Pushing shopping carts of dollar store lavender shampoo on public transit. A single honeysuckle flower resplendent in squalor flattened upon the linoleum walkway. How did it get there? An orange gem in the soot, No one dare disturb.
Author: Nick Saba
I'm a writer who practices ultrasound. Poetry is my passion, and Irony is my best friend. On my free time I take pictures of people's organs to help radiologists make diagnoses.
The Bird's Song 