Blue skies clouds and nausea
An orange strip of pollution
Good morning!
Blue skies clouds and nausea
An orange strip of pollution
Good morning!
Blue skies, thinking about the madness
Of that spectacular fraud
High up where he couldn’t breath!
The 1st hour is the worst
The one right after waking
-A dark bowl of tea.
This morning
Cutting branches off the apple tree
Feeling much better.
Another novel
Left unfinished
Printemps des poetes
A sliver of moon
Paper
Grey clouds moving across the sky
Black windows-
A bird sings
I can’t see.
Cold, wet morning-
At the bus stop
I saw a snail on a tree trunk.
I found a button-
Wedged between the floorboards
And the old baseboard.