sleepless
failing to be quiet, i eat potato chips and write a poem while they snore.
failing to be quiet, i eat potato chips and write a poem while they snore.
arriving late to bring the boy to school— an impromptu neighborhood meeting occurs. i’m not the only one inspired to start a band by this spring morning’s young songbirds.
despite this winningstreak, tears on the baseball field.dusty afternoon.
early spring, a good day for sports–fruit flies gathered ’round a skillful spider.