A poem about a poem that won't be a poem.
A short poem about today. Right now.
My friend is many things and she is not many things also.
Some words you may spell backwards. Others, not so much.
Think about a brick.
The saddest man in my town Slid my iced coffee across the counter...
I love you quite a lot. Let me show you!
My favorite park is a summertime park.
Let me sing for you the song of my commuting people.
Doesn't matter whether your pair of roller skates is brand new or not.