taking the brim took the broom
BriM __ here to go ~ Call it Écriture
You are the night bird
outside
On the lawn
I cut stars out of paper
To go with the moon that I hung on a string
I am a puzzle
a wandering face
that is lost in the crowd
Lightning bugs
Circle my head like a crown
You are the night bird
That follows me home
Newer Post
Older Post
Home