Disposable Poetry

poems written on the fly

Blue and white

Posted by sdoubinsky on 24 March 2008

White roofs
blue sky
the children play
in the bedroom
my fingers
silently
write this poem:
“it is cold outside
it is colder
inside my mouth”

EL SEBBO

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