1166 August 2, 2012 | angie werren this smooth stone so many years forgotten in my pocket I could go to the river I could go home again poets on site (pockets) … a feathered photo About these ads share a featherShareLike this:Like Loading...
when I die and they open my skull (as I expect they will do) — all they will find will be pieces of songs, unmatched socks and maybe an empty mousetrap. Reply
I have a buckeye in my pocket….
I have a buckeye in my backyard, Merrill!
that sounds like a line in a song…
That sounds like a line in two songs.
when I die and they open my skull (as I expect they will do) — all they will find will be pieces of songs, unmatched socks and maybe an empty mousetrap.
In mine they’ll find a collection of wire clothes-hangers linked like cast-ff Chinese rings.
*off (damn!)
Beautiful, Angie!
oh, thank you, margaret! I’m not sure I understand tanka yet … but …