Slats
Open slatted sun.
Turn back, the cat sits, basking.
Gazes back at me.
These are not for A River of Stones project.
This is.
Turn back, the cat sits, basking.
Gazes back at me.
These are not for A River of Stones project.
This is.
Labels: Pathetic poetry.
Posted by Zhoen on Sunday, January 02, 2011
1 comments:
Zhoen, you are the absolute master of the pithy statement. How I wish I could do that.
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