poetry. thoughts and more than make-believe.

Friday, June 08, 2007

sitting on a folded futon mattress
morning sunlight
shouts hello to my
$20 garage sale carpet
dusty screens
unfinished photo albums
click
clack
and why is there a wet towel
laying across the baby rocking chair?

1 comment:

AC said...

'Twas not wet
but once was
with tears
from Pecos Bill
the madman

"Happiness is only real when shared".....from Into the Wild

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