accept the wash of rain until it fills the reservoir of your chest
Finding the joy in MUD!
To the woman who is the mother
of the man I am
Let’s meet to eat!
Where is my red bike?
The rag bone man took it to sell for his supper.
I remember when
the ice cream lady…
When Sun was young
he rode the Earth on Hare’s back
They were playing football side by side
when the ball was passed but then went wide…