Favorite poems?
I personally really love the Pink Locust.
This Is Just To Say
I have posted
the pepes
that were in
my inbox
and which
you are probably
saving
right now
forgive me
they are delicious
so sad
and so rare
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
Op here, here's another one I really like:
There were the roses, in the rain.
Don’t cut them, I pleaded.
They won’t last, she said.
But they’re so beautiful
where they are.
Agh, we were all beautiful once, she said,
and cut them and gave them to me
in my hand.
