Feb 2011
The leaves piled all around
are like me.
My guts on the sidewalk.
Red and green,
every color you can think of
changing with every blow of the wind.
Make it stop.
Stop the wind.
are like me.
My guts on the sidewalk.
Red and green,
every color you can think of
changing with every blow of the wind.
Make it stop.
Stop the wind.
