shades of
to blond.
brown or cinnamon
beer cans and other assorted
body, soul, and spirit.
Never let your
"Wit Stop"
"word master"
people don't seem to
have much of a sense of humor anymore
too bad
I heard woofing
wild turkeys.
5 o'clock
I did not move or even blink.
omnivorous.
Special thanks to
a lot of double rainbows
the base of a paloverde tree.
No
luck on the pot of gold, however.
TWO BREATHLESS CONFRONTATIONS,
It had to happen sometime.
YOU ARE READING
warm honey ▸ poetry
Poetry❛ LITERATURE: CLEVER LIES WHICH SECRETLY SAY THE TRUTH. ❜ ⠀⠀⠀⠀Copyright © 2016, slythrns
