Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
the chase
A ferocious dog has been chasing me
downhill on a windy night
it is three a.m., I'm old enough to be married
but when I shiver
I only need my mother.
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