Apr 2016
Seedy weejuns and mule slippers flopped fast
across the cold dewed lawn, laps of breath puffs
churned. Doing what we did best
burning off the night air, welcoming dawn.
across the cold dewed lawn, laps of breath puffs
churned. Doing what we did best
burning off the night air, welcoming dawn.
Tickled by memories of growing up rowdy.
