wrinkled paper, floating in the wind. i think to myself: i should try and pluck you from the air and ruin all your fun, for the sake of the environment. but then I think: what's another lost parking ticket in this world?
10/17/2007
Posted on 10/17/2007Copyright © 2024 Jared Fladeland
Surprising, and delightful...love all the elements that are crumpled up into the little dynamic of this poem!
