A Play in My Head
A worm on a tree
Writing to me
Footprints on a wall
Making a masterpiece
I gave you a kiss,
Did you see?
Trash scattered near yet far,
A treasured relic, oh it’s just a piece of crap anyways.
Spotted ground, light and dark
Rough around the edges,
Why do I stumble upon this rock?
I’ve been missing something….
It’s not in my grasp,
I don’t even know if it’s tangible anymore.
~ Susie Hewitt, that crazy Las Vegas poet
Her Two Cents
Trash scattered
Spotted ground
Did you see?
Writing on a wall
Footprints on a tree
