
A whispered protest beneath a heavy sky—this poem emerged over coffee and quiet defiance. No More Alibis I shyly worry, and quietly sighabout today’s ugly, dark sky.In the blink of an eye,the sun might say, “Hi”and the world awry,could be rectified. No more alibis,or black eyes. It’s time to notifythe blow-dried wise guy:The world is […]
No More Alibis




