vazambam
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Pages
Home
An Essay
My Weekly Hubris Columns
My Runkeeper Biking Reports
My Photographs
Friday, August 16, 2019
Getting Under The Surface Of Things
You can bet
Your bottom dollar
Wherever there’s immaculate
Crisp underwear flapping in
Blinding sun-
Light, pure naked
Poetry’s in the air!
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment