There is no
way to dress
for this weather.
Showing posts with label poem 3/7. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem 3/7. Show all posts
Monday, July 11, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
A Belated Gift For Saturday
Saturday's baby,
she cries.
and moans.
hasn't been fed, thick enough.
SPEAKING OF WHICH
the air! Saturday's air, heeeeeeeeeeeavy with pollen and moisture and dog hair.
Making Saturday's baby,
get fussy.
get colicky.
hasn't been fed, thick enough!
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