Riley welch is a poet from texas living in Denver. She posts three original poems a week. 


The blue sky was the same color as the eyes of a child that I used to teach, 
who learned things slow and steady.
Maybe I got teary at the thought of not going back to a place I had grown to love,
or maybe the food I got was too spicy, 
or maybe I was having allergies.

But the music was loud, so I didn't have to speculate. 



A Short Break