About
replace my cotton haze
in place, a silk rug you can wring
not a sheep that can sing
in my place, so common place,
waste
I’m better than ever
hated thru december
but I’m thru now
Vagrant as a migrant
over mountains and conundrums
over roof owls
my city was a storm
your eye of the ocean
saw me!
I can’t spell hell like you, see
I’ll never stop seeing the beautee