August 24, 2010 § 13 Comments
Penless, I rap-tap-slapped some morning doggerel after snapping pics with steam on the lens ( because it’s still jungle-esque here
and things made of glass just can’t take it).
Song of the early a.m. M Glories
We are truly
In fact, if we weren’t on this vine,
we would twirl.
And we’re urban, not rur’l.