small poems & small plates
On the way to work this morninga breeze rustles the leaves of the treeI think about her and wonderif she left me a messageDoes she know how little it would taketo warm this drifting morning?from Knocking out the Heart, sf, ca
On the way to work this morning
ReplyDeletea breeze rustles the leaves of the tree
I think about her and wonder
if she left me a message
Does she know how little it would take
to warm this drifting morning?
from Knocking out the Heart, sf, ca