The card was gilded
with after-thought
we meant to send it, but -
you know
the dog
the baby
the crash
our new garden
your hair
all prevented
expediency.
The card was gilded
with after-thought
we meant to send it, but -
you know
the dog
the baby
the crash
our new garden
your hair
all prevented
expediency.
Comments
dilletante | May 2, 2009 - 01:48
I know what you mean!
Good poem.