Poems August Running

Jog Earth

Jog earth girth fforian
stirring almost from diffident us
filtered toddeio music
stays next year at the latest two
at the best address 
miss the end of summer
fall next hour at
the last pool weekend
dirty water no

another year by the pool
a new whirl in summer every year
stranger day in a slid fours chair with
sunshades bought sunny to be funny as yet
he changes today