gs & ag
they grasped their time. i do not grasp my time. i grasp the brush, and brush my teeth, and memorize the song we’ll sing tomorrow, “spring has just begun.”
they grasped their time. i do not grasp my time. i grasp the brush, and brush my teeth, and memorize the song we’ll sing tomorrow, “spring has just begun.”
our parking strip, neglected, grows up wild, every season shows a fresh new face, diverse and course, ’til when it’s at it’s lushest it’s razed to dirt. the neighbors cultivate their little patch, and season after season pluck the weeds between the cared-for plants they planted. year-round, a pleasant place. and there you go, my […]