chirps, moans, whistles
I open my mouth and a sound comes out
Saturday, May 9, 2009
morning city
A fast morning walk
adds swing to the day
The people are mostly in their houses,
(their cars, their businesses, their schools)
Out here it’s just me and the birds
a few stray gardeners
or old walkers
we greet like friends
1 comment:
farmlady
said...
This is a comfortable poem. So normal and real.
May 10, 2009 at 11:18 PM
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This is a comfortable poem. So normal and real.
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