Outlining
the grass of glass
Bokeh
from the sun-rising
and morning tears
For morning cry is dew
In focus
Three words on a sign
and I’m soil
shovelled to the ground
No ball games
Tag Archives: poetry
Stinking Cold
Di don dow wad iddis abowd davina dold thad
Id mades mead downed lide a ride didiot!
Bud da grade thig is idd gis you a grade readon da dee won!
Ad dis won made dew downed lide won…Atchoo!
I Eat Let.ers 