The world turns.
It can be glittery.
Star studded.
Underneath are the unhoused.
Overlooked.
Ignored.
People you see
And those you don’t.
Today is tired.
The world turns.
It can be glittery.
Star studded.
Underneath are the unhoused.
Overlooked.
Ignored.
People you see
And those you don’t.
Today is tired.
Saturn's Premier Poet 