"flowersmith" poems
Oversized coat
he’ll never grow into.
Pants tight at the waist
from sleeping too much.
A long time since normal
confident, awake, happy He.
The perks and flowersmith
constant, ready. Steady.
Involuntarily replacing his young
with his new old.
Sleep comes easy
in this winter’s cold.
Jan 29, 2011
Jan 29, 2011 at 3:36 PM UTC