Saturday, September 10, 2011

Tomato

She is sick
She holds the tomato
that I have given her
from the garden.
She brings it to her nose
and smells it.
She rubs the brown
flecks of dust dirt
off until it shines
and hands it back to me

Roller Rink Sadness

I am forever forgetting That these last few laps Were pathetic. The disco  Ball and swirling organ Music has kept me off My game. Will I eve...