solipsism

I walked
for days

across the

same

hundred

foot stretch

 

of asphalt

and

gloomy

grass.

 

The current

of my

thoughts running

below my

feet.

 

 

still as

sleep.

Reviews

[Matthew Smith]

Deceptively simple.

For some reason, it reminds me of an expanse of decrepit parking lot I used to cross every morning on my way to class.