Dear Trifle
A love note,
folded to stand,
forever in our
heartmind,
eternal ephemeral,
art and garbage.
Love,
August the Tooth
Before I jump in a puddle
with the pigment I need
to rig my jigs.
Wonderful Sunday morning.
….
part poem
8/2/2020
Readings at: www.DavidLWhite.substack.com
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