small poems & small plates
We stop by the bay at lunchand turn toward the sunHistory swirls around the concretewaterlightbirdsfriendshereandgonesomewhereelsefrom breezes, with t
We stop by the bay at lunch
ReplyDeleteand turn toward the sun
History swirls around the concrete
water
light
birds
friends
here
and
gone
somewhere
else
from breezes, with t