Little, silent
Floaty
thoughts
Wafting
through
Rosebud
air.
Tell the time,
-
No! -
Know it well.
It fleets
away,
Silently,
Like little whispers do-
Mindlessly floating away.
9-11-06
I often get in E. E. Cummings "phases." This was written during such a time.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thanks for reading. I'd love to know what you think. Please leave a comment!