Feb 2021
I saw you cross the road
We call you badger
You are low to the snow that lays on the tarmac
A joy knocks at the soles of my feet
It bejewels me,
Alives me
Gifts and
Brings me present.
We call you badger
You are low to the snow that lays on the tarmac
A joy knocks at the soles of my feet
It bejewels me,
Alives me
Gifts and
Brings me present.
