Rooftop
Snow fell
when I asked for sun.
You pointed—
a sliver of light
broke through the clouds.
“You did good.”
And for a moment
I believed you.
—Jesse
Poems of memory, silence, and light.
Four small poems—separate, but together. Minimal words, heavy images.
I’m a Canadian writer finding poetry in small, fleeting moments.
Snow on a rooftop, a sundress in winter, the quiet of a bookstore aisle—these are the sparks I keep. I write them down so they don’t disappear.
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