Sunday, November 25, 2012

nesting our way to reach airplane wings
don't know where we're going, hope
it's far away

life streaming in holusbolus
don't mind the sun's glare, he's always been
on a warpath of coveting the living

1 comment:

  1. Dear Genny, I'm glad that you are still writing poetry/prose. It makes me happy. Just thought you should know