a half baked chicken back
was all i had to eat that day
and when i was walking up the stairs
to take you away for the evening
i heard someone say the sun was coming
out tomorrow . . .
it never showed it snowed
life and times of r w miller
poems, musings, random thoughts and observations
if you hadn’t tagged it, I wouldn’t have had a clue. Or maybe I would have, though I would’ve had to look something up. I could let it lie, but I’ve been trained to walk a dog.