Yesterday, in the city, on my cement stoop, 40 degrees Celsius. On Ryuso Mountain, 22.
Bright-eyed Moeka,
The yellow flower was gone,
But new friends emerged!
For the bright-eyed, they always will!
Yesterday, in the city, on my cement stoop, 40 degrees Celsius. On Ryuso Mountain, 22.
Bright-eyed Moeka,
The yellow flower was gone,
But new friends emerged!
For the bright-eyed, they always will!
Yes, Steve. I’m here.
Thanks for the poem!