i'm sweeping up the glass, now:
when i wake up
it's noon
on sunday
my hair is uncurled
i'm wearing my own clothes
the alley and the bleachers are full of snow.
cars are speeding down Crowchild-
I took a picture
to show you later
what a good job they did of
sweeping
up.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment