By Adel Clifton

I want to hide in silence

Sleep in ink drenched sheets

Forget that there are words harsh

And fall into the cyclic slumber of

bus windows…

I miss my mind

I miss the space

That was only filled with soft wings

and charlotte webs

The quiet that spurs this

The thought without overthink

A medium filled library

No one must worry about thought

too thought out with explanation

When they see the world through

yellow light and bus windows.