Throwaway
By Barry Graham
She came into the kitchen with the sky crumpled in her hand.
That’s the sky, I said. Don’t throw it away.
It’s empty, she said and tossed it in the trash.
A response to our National Poetry Month 2021 prompt
By Barry Graham
She came into the kitchen with the sky crumpled in her hand.
That’s the sky, I said. Don’t throw it away.
It’s empty, she said and tossed it in the trash.
A response to our National Poetry Month 2021 prompt