we’ve steadied a warble
In anticipation of the tumble
Wrapping for a departure
i think we can make it.
i'll have some chocolate.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
we’ve steadied a warble
In anticipation of the tumble
Wrapping for a departure
i think we can make it.
i'll have some chocolate.
I ‘ll check carefully this time.
Stepping back to observe in good attention
Those small side street places
And Remos in testachio - the top of the loop.
If I’m checking I don’t want to do half a job.
Ah, Sapri and the god one there,
We’ll it’s like besance France,
I can’t get around to all of them.
And the others, oh yes, more.
Perky maybe, depends eh?
Street guys came by sucking up leaves.
one more try. take ‘em out.
nary a shout, these are quiet guys.
city workers
have to be wary to see ‘em passing.
a cop went by.
he was silent too.