outside the realm of
resolute indifference,
she walks among the
clouds and stars and toast
but tells me not
to worry over details,
for it’s her essence that
she misses most
of rainy days and
stormy nights, says she,
there’s little left of
what was Givenchy
but round up what you’ve got,
and bring your graphs,
for heaven knows that i
could use the laughs
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.
Thank you for your amzing photos and poetry. Always a pleasure to read your work.
Lovely poem!