Poem #127 September 18, 2017 ~ Georgia Tell this is not a slowly simmering stew atop a neat and tidy cooktop I’m throwing whole carrots at a raging forest fire Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window) Related
Originally written on August 4, 2015.