Friday 11th May
CAN YOU FEEL ME?:
Found the poet lying in a ditch looking dazed, clutching a tiny sun.
Hosed down & certified for duty, he stares out the window watching
winds carve grooves in the sky – a twinkle in his eye.
(X)
CAN YOU FEEL ME?:
Found the poet lying in a ditch looking dazed, clutching a tiny sun.
Hosed down & certified for duty, he stares out the window watching
winds carve grooves in the sky – a twinkle in his eye.
(X)