I know I don't need this
poem at the end of the day
go ahead, tell me, I'll listen
frown/yawn/warn at this
sorry summary of the day
go ahead, tell me, I'll listen
say I should forget all this
as I look away... every day
go ahead, tell me, I'll listen
hush-shout me, for you have
a wounded song of your own
go ahead... tell me... I'll listen
Pic: Fiesta Monarca at Casa de Rosada. Nu and his friends are on sitting on the grass f a r a w a y from the dancers.
3 comments:
I like the twist in the last stanza
Is it a festival for butterflies?
Thank you, StephLove.
Gillian--Yes, for the Monarchs.
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