Surrounded by laughing children
I watch a distant TV
while my mother
cooks a familiar meal
Nothing here is unknown to me
yet many questions remain
such as the weather tomorrow
and why are our bones so white
EL SEBBO
23 February 2007 • 9:38 am
Disposable Poetry
poems written on the fly
Theme: Grid Focus by Derek Punsalan
very nice
and the last line: really effective.
I no wot u talkin’ about dude. djn
so “kid”