Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2018
Crows flock in the graveyard
Of St. David’s cathedral.
We walk under the gnarled trees.
My wife takes my hand,
“Have I told you I love you today?”
She does that.
No, but you did wipe crow ****,
Off the back of my neck,
With a tissue
From your purse.
David Hill
Written by
David Hill  Lansing Michigan
(Lansing Michigan)   
  232
   vb and Willoughby
Please log in to view and add comments on poems