three monostichs by Elizabeth Moura

Heavy rain all night


I get in my shiny car and forgive the pigeons.



Train station trash gets stuck on my shoes, but at least it’s not gum.



I can wave all day, but in the big city, no cab driver sees me.



Elizabeth Moura lives in a converted factory and works with elders. She has had poetry, flash fiction or  photographs published in Human/Kind Journal, Rose Quartz Poetry Magazine, Chrysanthemum, Occulum, Flash, O:JA&L, Paragraph Planet, and Flash Fiction Magazine.

Photo by Brandon Green on Unsplash

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