Why did we ever stop writing poetry
To zip by in empty prose?
Prosaic ain’t so!
Oh woes
to the verbose
who cannot communicate pasttheirtoes
glasses tinted money-green and rose
Averted eyes, upturned nose
failing to look
anyone in the eyes
or to the heavens
Jul 9, 2023
Jul 9, 2023 at 9:09 PM UTC
