The Aftermath
written by: Todd Humes
the aftermath
of the storm
I sit on the edge
of a curb under
the jaundice moon
light
that once
shared the streets with
neighbors now in fear
by a spread from
Wuhan to the block
as still as a mouse like
I’m the last
of us with
a lifeless puddle
reflecting that
feverish moon
glowing within is a
a penny in a puddle
Todd Humes was born in the heart of Lake Erie where he grew up being a top martial arts competitor. Through the years of competing and teaching, the arts helped him become artistic in other avenues, words. The words are from his experience with martial arts and life experiences. Poetry is a passion and an expression of care and concern through every word.
Latest posts by Todd Humes (see all)
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