Roy Zhu
a willow tree late in summer,
bending towards the water
my mother’s hair through my fingers
as i pluck each strand of white
the snow still falling on your tongue
as twilight comes on
the letter i write in my head:
sincerely, I love you, I’m sorry, goodbye
a whistle from the train departing
soft rain hitting the window
as the icicles melt
one gold candle lit by my bed
Roy Zhu is a sophomore English and Environmental Science major who grew up in Greater Boston! His favorite poet at the moment is Rumi and lately he has been listening to Victoria Monét, Rico Nasty, and Kali Uchis.
