all remembered dreams
are
pink bellied birds
escaping,
crushed,
dissolved in skylines.
but i see him
when i finish broths i
can almost taste,
and,
first thing first light
in the morning
poems, almost daily
all remembered dreams
are
pink bellied birds
escaping,
crushed,
dissolved in skylines.
but i see him
when i finish broths i
can almost taste,
and,
first thing first light
in the morning