Sometimes I toss
the alphabet into the air
making quick note of letters chosen by the sun
Sometimes I push it
around with my toe in the mud
slowly surprised by what turns up
Neil Meili
Zen Cowboy Poet & Freelance Philosopher
Sometimes I toss
the alphabet into the air
making quick note of letters chosen by the sun
Sometimes I push it
around with my toe in the mud
slowly surprised by what turns up