sometimes in the morning when it's still and silence is the only noise before the town turns on and the people put on their day faces, it creeps to my window out of the black and catches me off guard so i realize that nothing will invade my room and welcome my day and mix my heart to the lack of love..
Graham, John P.
Sketch: Vol. 37
, Article 5.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol37/iss1/5