Jul 2019
i brought my flowers
into the market square,
but when they all met the frost
they withered and turned bare.
i ran out of bread—
snow blocking my path home,
so i sold the last flower i had
and to god i must atone.
into the market square,
but when they all met the frost
they withered and turned bare.
i ran out of bread—
snow blocking my path home,
so i sold the last flower i had
and to god i must atone.
i just bought flowers for my garden and lugging them up the bath on a wheel barrow i felt like an old timey peasant it was so funny
