Stockholm
by Travis Jeppesen on April 21, 2011
At 3am, this is from a much longer work-in-progress, a poem called Europa. About what Europe is and used to be and could be, and who I am with all of it.
This section’s a nakedly summer poem, for those of you who dig that sort of thing. It seems that time will take us there, whether we like it or not, so give in, why don’t you.
