Poetry

Flood

2026

When the gray rain curtain is peeled away, and all that is left is before me, I can only hope it is your smile that I see. When these shackles are released, and we are free, it’s only you I want smiling back at me. When my eyes shut for the last time, and after the dark fades to light, you are the reason I believe.
Flood | Will Winkler