After yesterday
afternoon’s blue
clouds and white rain
the mockingbird
in the backyard
untied the drops from
leaves and twigs
with a long singing.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.
After yesterday
afternoon’s blue
clouds and white rain
the mockingbird
in the backyard
untied the drops from
leaves and twigs
with a long singing.