"Express it in Eight" Poems written mostly for me, for fun and for anyone who drops by. |
| Leaves are inconvenient things. They fill in the spaces between branches . They wave insolent greetings in the wind, As they block out the sun, and the neighbors From my summertime view. Hurry winter, when the trees are bare and From my window I can see all the way To the intersection where the cars crash. Written for EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT TOPIC - Window |