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...