A Shared Thought
Timothy & Alisha Albear
My money, won through sweat
Sits nervously
While the wind blows
And off in the distance
A thump
Echoes through the streets
Ruffling in the wind
Painfully on edge
The chill of the wind
Wraps itself around and around
In the end
I know not where my riches lay
The Albears write in from Maine.