That summer when the rain came my books were washed away by the river broken bikes, leftover cars watched my pages tear lines, poems drenched in dust and rust, and mud from the shoes in basement closets pairs were separated into singles Then halves, then dissolved Nothing, a silenced current That summer when the rain came It left everything, left nothing behind the fences, parking spots, pictures leaking rainbows of faces washed by acid rain and scrap metal scratches Your address, floating through flooded street coffee cups following bathtubs on couches, and in baskets the fireplace too weak to burn grandmother’s apple pie recipe lost in the pile of books, and pressed flowers
Morgan is a third-year Creative Writing major at Cumberland University. This is the third time her poems have appeared in the Novus Literary Arts Journal. She enjoys writing as it allows her to express the way she sees the world. Her goal in writing is to expose many new perspectives on life’s details. Although she mainly focuses on Poetry, she also dabbles in Photography and Memoir writing.
