seventeen
last night she found the lopsided, coming-full moon in the late evening sky.
she said, Egg! Crack, crack!
ah, a poet.
keep your eyes open.
last night she found the lopsided, coming-full moon in the late evening sky.
she said, Egg! Crack, crack!
ah, a poet.
keep your eyes open.
a very nice poem Mabel…makes me want to boil some–then crack, crack, crack.