Fiery flames float forever;
needed near nightime never;
winter weather wanders windy;
summer sends scorchers swiftly;
Say something silly softly so
I’ll imagine in Indio
that these theoretical trips
literally liken loose lips.
Fiery flames float forever;
needed near nightime never;
winter weather wanders windy;
summer sends scorchers swiftly;
Say something silly softly so
I’ll imagine in Indio
that these theoretical trips
literally liken loose lips.
Husband, father, programmer, and sometimes poet.