Written by Cindy Miao from Maryland, USA you’re wearing the yellow jacket your daughter lent you despite her protests, you say, it’s my time to go your knees shake as you climb aboard the bus, and as it pulls away years fall from your shoulders, folding away into city dissonance despite her protests, you said, it’s my time to go raging fire against your mother’s watery eyes, home spilled down her cheeks years fell from your shoulders, folding away into city dissonance wou
