#ohyarightlove
(Well, I was sitting in the car that time.)
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCCCLIX)
Orange Tiger Lilies in a cluster, frail
Yet nodding to soft whispers' vagrant sense
Wink as we slowly gain on whither hence,
Some tractor's clearing space for which detail?
Along the field thet prairie grasses hail
From, and when Joe has time, he calls me thence
A "doll," to net "I love you" fr'intents,
To say he'll try to call this weekend: bail.
It's so--yes, what? For now he'd notice fer
Whatever what I'm wearing--"is it new?"
No, what I'd worn the day he 'gan to stir
My heart with that petunia's purple. To
That lo, he must go pick another. Were
Fun ah, passe, I'm loving all he'd do.
29Jun17a
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 7:53 PM UTC