Vinyl Desert Poem by Karen Esperanza

Vinyl Desert



A record player
in the middle of a desert
plays endless tunes
to and endless audience of sand

MAN I FORGOT THE REST OF THIS POEM T-T I wrote it as a highschooler and I'm trying to recall the rest of it, it was my favorite.

Friday, September 20, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: desert
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