Ghosts of crows
haunt the apple tree
in your back yard.
It was your backyard
when you were a child.
Now it’s no one’s.
Neither are you.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Ghosts of crows
haunt the apple tree
in your back yard.
It was your backyard
when you were a child.
Now it’s no one’s.
Neither are you.
beautiful!
Beautiful!