all I do is eat and think
about myself the
things
that fall that bleed that
burble the fluffernanigans
you’d
say writ small
how
can something still alive be so damn still
turn to the east for the answer
to that all the leaves await
the rain that’s mist and
yet to fall we too expectant
of a downpour sit
Dear Kerri, this is beautifully simple, simply beautiful :)
ReplyDeletewish you were here Rob x
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