No more waiting to walk around.

Alive in a time like spring
where every day
it almost rains
and a little more snow
melts off
down the wet streets.
Our jackets have changed
like those looks we have
when just being outside
becomes easier
and so much more
in the favor of freshness.
I cant wait
for the heat to hold,
releasing a sweat
that glistens
with every step
there is to take.


About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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