brickstack blockstack
poetry by steve parker
Friday, January 16, 2015
parrots in the pipes
Sandwich gone. Sunyata. The wheeling. No mouth to put it in. Park bench. Flippancy. Oh think. Traffic. Peace. What distant shrills of sandwich. Pursued by a squirrel. What is nevertheless filling. Eat up.
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