Through open window shutters--
You knee-deep in it.
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Everlasting storyteller
True to your fleeting
Fly-by-night storyline
You said you'd be
Here as long as your word was,
And sure enough
You didn't keep it.
first off,
leave nothing
to chance
and listen:
no baubles, please—
whatever we hold
dear must be surely
precious to the ear,
and to that eyeless,
munching under-
study of a worm, under-
taking everything, all in
good stride.