Of a Monday Evening in Spring
A gray cloud wafting
Rests
Over my head
A black crow walking
Stops
On the sidewalk
The baby next door-ing
Looks
She wears a hat.
Where is her briefcase?
Everything is absurd.
A gray cloud wafting
Rests
Over my head
A black crow walking
Stops
On the sidewalk
The baby next door-ing
Looks
She wears a hat.
Where is her briefcase?
Everything is absurd.
I like the way you play with gerunds, plurals, and finally seem to admit the silliness. So playful 🙂 <3
I like the way you play with gerunds, plurals, and finally seem to admit the silliness. So playful 🙂
Playing with words is such fun.