On Wednesday I will publish a poem based off the writing prompt of a random Wikipedia article
For one summer we shared the sunrises,
the light rising past the sands of the Atlantic
through the lowland and into the Piedmont Plateau.
I stayed away from the city that summer,
away from the waves of people
constantly rising through the parks.
We couldn’t have closed the distance of time:
writing here in the future
of man in the past that I didn’t know.