small poems & small plates
When Looking sparks and the wistful noisesall turned around and backyardsburning, leaves on them burningso much hope and moist as a flatbread's steam from a deep, deep oventhere her eyes wander
When Looking
ReplyDeletesparks and the wistful noises
all turned around and backyards
burning, leaves on them burning
so much hope and moist as a flat
bread's steam from a deep, deep oven
there her eyes wander