by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
Cold sun breaks through the frost on my window
A white mug on the kitchen table
now towers over the salt and pepper shakers
dragging a dark shadow in front
of their black-and-white-grained territory
by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
Cold sun breaks through the frost on my window
A white mug on the kitchen table
now towers over the salt and pepper shakers
dragging a dark shadow in front
of their black-and-white-grained territory