5.14.2013
this morning i pour day old coffee into my favorite cup
my ears pulse as i hear a whisper
from a black bird in a palm tree
he lets me know that you haven't forgotten
anything we have shared
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Jonathan Chant
16:36
My kind of poem.
Perfect.
Thanks Robert.
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My kind of poem.
ReplyDeletePerfect.
Thanks Robert.