A rock in
garden, looking for
plants to kiss
locked to uncaring clays and
sick, little orange bugs
Death, Depression, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Shadorma, Take Me To The Hospital
This entry was posted on March 14, 2017, 4:48 am and is filed under Poems. You can follow any responses to this entry through RSS 2.0.
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#1 by clinock on March 16, 2017 - 2:55 am
rock needs to be boulder…
#2 by Carl on March 16, 2017 - 4:58 am
That is awfully solid, John!
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