It's day 2 and here's your poem from the prompt, Dirt Under Your Fingers. It's a cascade form, one of my favourites, so enjoy. Photo by Tatiana Fet on Pexels.com Dirt Under Your Fingers Concrete cage framed in steel girdersgridlocked by sky-scraping shadowscan’t feel the dirt under your fingers Patterned existence locked in rhythmof a... Continue Reading →