Archive for August 22nd, 2011
The hippies came by with their dogs.
Help me learn what I am supposed to learn.
Wake up the dogs!
One dog thought of leaving, joining the caterer
who had empty buckets, but smelly buckets.
And why do we scrub the sidewalks
when God’s mother is about to let loose her tears?
What I see, it can’t be all your creation.
Where are you?