Tag Archives: toes

in astronomical units

under my eyelid all the long summer

grit from the forgotten pyramid


my grasswe(e)t toes too long to trod over any meringue


a golden bubble chases the pigs

while Nobody plots


late unrhymable light my splitting shoe the same


Her trilling toes through

morning-star-wet grass


over calm water an orange concierge ogles a pint of rhyme