• Endria Richardson

Bro(o)ke(lyn)

The sky over the hood

is beautiful.

It is so close

I can almost

touch it.

Reach

my fingers through

each star, like

stray gunshots

ripped holes

into the night

to let

the light shine through.

#Brooklyn #poem #sky #stars

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