my sally my Sally
a wonderful double entendre
for it’s time,
my internal clock chiming
to sally forth and give the due
to where dew in her garden resides,
poetry becoming sweet tears
in all our eyes
when the philipina rain thirst quests our quenching
there is no reason no request for
this sally poem but a tickling thought suggests that a good friday. could be the trigger, or that
pandora bringing me Ave Maria as I compose
when
the due and the dew and the do are a
trinity
the best poems are the un-requested but the most needed,
the most holy
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC
my sally my Sally
a wonderful double entendre
for it’s time,
my internal clock chiming
to sally forth and give the due
to where dew in her garden resides,
poetry becoming sweet tears
in all our eyes
when the philipina rain thirst quests our quenching
there is no reason no request for
this sally poem but a tickling thought suggests that a good friday. could be the trigger, or that
pandora bringing me Ave Maria as I compose
when
the due and the dew and the do are a
trinity
the best poems are the un-requested but the most needed,
the most holy
