Sep 2019
My brother and I
Sit in our uniforms.
A cloud sniffs whiffs of the house,
Shifts and moves on.
My bare feet fricatives
Sound as though a warm afternoon.
Sit in our uniforms.
A cloud sniffs whiffs of the house,
Shifts and moves on.
My bare feet fricatives
Sound as though a warm afternoon.
"The buffaloes are gone.
And those who saw the buffaloes are gone."
-Carl Sandburg
And those who saw the buffaloes are gone."
-Carl Sandburg
