CLOUDS
Darkened overhang amidst a rainbow
of innocent thoughts and meaningful words
passing by on a rainy day in March.
We've lost touch with one another.
Somehow my smile never fades.
The wiring of my brain is quietly rearranged
like an abstract sculpture sitting in another part of the world.
These are the bad times.
Anthony Pasqua is a junior English and Secondary Education double major. He is more human than human, whatever that means, and believes that art is freedom.
