bloopers!

Hey people, my internet at home is on the fritz again!!! So, until it is running at tip top capacity (tomorrow I think), I can't zazz you with the wonderful world of zany posts I had planned. But don't worry, here is a poem to sate your thirst.


ebony sky

gray dresses hang
in shop

windows and
passersby

ask of the autumn
that was
and will be;

with fingers across a fence
I imitate the rattle
of
a snake
and

watch little children burn firecrackers in their
hands
and shoot across yards
like
pink zepplins