Aug.15.23 – a poem
Posted On August 27, 2023
Aug.15.23
hot out, so I’m in;
manufactured wind blowing
across my warm skin.
trembling fingers hold
trembling pen, waiting, waiting—
suspended between
what was yesterday
and what will be tomorrow;
not sure which I want.
just an august day;
I’m sitting, waiting, putting
flowers in notebooks.
About The Author
Abby
Abby is a teenaged writer who loves using her words for Jesus, to seek and point out beauty in the ordinary. When she isn't writing, you can find her jamming on her guitar, which she fondly calls "Raymond Fender the First", sitting on porches, or reading.