loitering at the front door of my desires
Did I already ask for a poem for my plant? It’s leaves keep turning black and falling off. I am bereft. Maybe I could write one? It’s really a tree so two poems might be in order.
Did I already ask for a poem for my plant? It’s leaves keep turning black and falling off. I am bereft. Maybe I could write one? It’s really a tree so two poems might be in order.