Bell-Curve Grasses

13 Jul 2009

sipping the stars as I look to a sun that hides behind a full and swollen moon lying atop shepherds crooks grasses green and vibrant but their bells no longer chime happiness they only ring as I’ve designated through my veil this veil of bureaucracy that is such a quiet solitude inking this paper

tkurkos

I am a published poet twice over. I am 31 years old (in body), have three children, and a wonderfully supportive and decidedly beautiful wife.

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