Poetry. i used to have poetry rats sharing words you found profound heat in september i used to have poetry words are clumsy and imprecise my child grace solitary risk philosophical soundbite stand up straight pleasure directions trapped you should be me i see you not what i want the ball spring morning [haiku one] driving the ball older now puttering Share:FacebookTwitterEmailPinterestTumblrPrintLike this:Like Loading...
From Famine to Feast. 