Her shoulders
are slight, yet solid
under my hands,
she takes up so little…
Category Archive: Postaday
Right at the very end,
of a to do list,
so near to the end,
when you can crumple it in your fist…
Take it easy for a monet,
just one moment,
if you don’t mind,
and take it slow…
yall
its snow time
get on the comically poofy suits
and the waterproof boots…
I didn’t realize
going downhill
is good,
because it’s a stream…
Wouldn’t it be fun,
if all it really was,
was that you could jump…
You are here,
the sun has risen…
Shining but askew,
reflections on every wall…
now who got to decide that outer space was outer
we should call the earth inner space then…
It may rain,
later on today,
or be windy,
or even snow…
