There was something peculiar about the man who knocked on our door that morning.
You are not the apple of my eye
You are not the cherry in my pie
Our message is not written
in gold to be collected by aliens…
A National Poetry Day 2016 challenge!
Would you love me any less
if I wore your evening dress?
When I sat a while
on the Tree-a-dile…
Out of the garden
weary and tired…
The Tree Whale crashed here long ago
When forests ceased their wooden flow…