small poems & small plates
an angle of the spire throws its back out looking for the other endsun shines as if for the first timein the middle of the pierthe big fish stretchesaskew in her stripescall me in the morningbut not too early or too late?
an angle of the spire throws its back out
ReplyDeletelooking for the other end
sun shines as if for the first time
in the middle of the pier
the big fish stretches
askew in her stripes
call me in the morning
but not too early or too late?