(Poem #479 on new numbering scheme)
Words spill out like cars on a highway. They spin swirls, like oil on water. Rising up, they take on birds. They mumble to themselves. And problems emerge. Difficult words. Confusing. Gentle. Stop.
(Poem #479 on new numbering scheme)
Words spill out like cars on a highway. They spin swirls, like oil on water. Rising up, they take on birds. They mumble to themselves. And problems emerge. Difficult words. Confusing. Gentle. Stop.