Flower Bed

Found him with my girl, They were both in the tulips; Enjoying the snow. Nuclear winter, Permafrost across all lands; Let us keep the peace.


My head is filled with all the words I want to say to you & the things we took for granted Are we still indentured Tilling clay till it turns to mud Within our right To reconstruct Spinning proper These vessels form in our hands & we carry on

Tornado Warning

Waking up to the drone of a fan April showers postponed An indefinite hold-up The clouds gather Sighing over our heads View limited By the four corners Shuttered in It's raining now You step outside for the cool morning air Reminiscent of wet socks and humidity

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