
let the clouds
bounce off
of my coffee
the black birds
blast chilling night
mares in the grass
the rotten wood
shudders in the garden
the yard can’t come
out to play
In search of the good, the true, and the beautiful
let the clouds
bounce off
of my coffee
the black birds
blast chilling night
mares in the grass
the rotten wood
shudders in the garden
the yard can’t come
out to play
Copyright Clay Lowe