8.20 a.m. to Flinders Street... windows fogging up... umbrellas dripping on the floor... strangers too close...
And the train stalled... Time enough for this stealth poet to shape one small idea into a poem. Go to the Poetry tab to read Free Poem #6.
The poems are freshly picked, sting a little... something for right now... they're a great way for a poet to hone their skills... there's no time to edit, you just have to shape it quickly... see what you think!
