how to be a poet
says to let words come out of silence
so the fleas are flying out from nowhere
so I'll ignore it and it doesn't bother me
play some eighties music around the fire
after a barbecue dinner off highway 70
on a warm evening of dry lightning
sugar pine cones drop like bocce balls
bitten off by Douglas squirrels
our shoulders safe for now
Hey steph. This is billy from landworks. [williamstratton4@gmail.com] 4 a pen pal. I think I meant to give that to you. Cheers
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