on the
way home I
noticed
a cricket
playing
in the park,
and stopped
to see how
it placed
the yellow
brass to
its lips; I
stood there
on the grass
a while,
wondering
how flowers
tint cloth,
blend scent,
scissor their
kangas to
the right size.
way home I
noticed
a cricket
playing
in the park,
and stopped
to see how
it placed
the yellow
brass to
its lips; I
stood there
on the grass
a while,
wondering
how flowers
tint cloth,
blend scent,
scissor their
kangas to
the right size.
| Pindrop Press 2012 |
