tomorrow the wind will blow through dry branches and feeble reeds draggin loose dirt and cracked pebbles into your eyes i will be laying back with a dog and a bud watching the sox win the series --you never liked baseball did you?
04/08/2005
Posted on 04/08/2005Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar
I never liked baseball and its steroid histrionics nor the assumption that tomorrow will come or bring her mighty wind. but I am here now to relate to you and not in a windy fashion, that your poetry is subtle, is certain and surefooted.
