(whistle)
written by: Desiree L. Balota
my whistle revolves
in my space like old fan blades
spent in desert air.
once, i offered a cool blow
but was smothered to keep wind.
written by: Desiree L. Balota
my whistle revolves
in my space like old fan blades
spent in desert air.
once, i offered a cool blow
but was smothered to keep wind.