65 years old…
65 years old. A Poem by Coyote Poetry 65 years old.. I am in the Winter of discontentment and I am learning. I am 65 years old and I won’t see Florence again, I… Continue reading
65 years old. A Poem by Coyote Poetry 65 years old.. I am in the Winter of discontentment and I am learning. I am 65 years old and I won’t see Florence again, I… Continue reading
I adored watching the movement of your hips and shoulders. I told you often. Please keep the doors locked. Keep the world at bay. I want us free of the ugly world. You… Continue reading
Hello homeless man sitting outside the CVS. Are you okay? I see the Army Jacket and his tire face. I sit with him and I asked him. Where are you going? What do… Continue reading