Poems from willowthetree

it is 4a.m. i peer down at christmas lights strung across dusty anthills. 6 stories and 1 roof high, my metaphorical hand grasps the...
He looks at her as though they are the only two cirrus clouds streaming in a vast turquoise and magenta sea of ceaseless turquoise and...
the first robin of the morning signals cheerily with only a half eaten orange as his witness,  his anthem made pleasant to the early...