Aren’t you a bit young?
To be using such words
Talking to strangers
Late, here in the dark
Playing with fire
Tag Archives: Poetry
In A Loop
If that blue truck
Rolls down this road
I’ll act a fool
To stop its tracks
And draw it near
So I may smudge
That vintage chrome
Who Inspires
born at sea
lit by liGht
noisy braiN
sunny eyeS
permanent smiLe
ink-Y skin
sharing shouldErs
helping heaRt
shutterbug sOul
Guinness book arm
wanderiNg feet
bOred by bows
paTient pen
sTeward of creatures
enamoRed on earth
Taken with “tinies”
Knows true north
seEking a shirt
