yesterday's poem

9
o, the sun is gone
a momentary flicker
in an otherwise dark day

ht.


there it is. i wrote yesterday, i just didn't post. i wrote more than a few, but this is the only one i liked. except maybe for this one:

to be a crawfish
is an honorable occupation
for a crawfish
but i don't think
you'd like
what they have
to eat.

ht.