From New-New Hampshire
A collection of 10 posts
I used to run outside at the first clap of Summer thunder to dance in the rain.
People stop to smell the flowers in gas masks.
People Shout:
Not a person, a prism.
She's afraid to hope.
She's a Diva.
In a quilted firearm and flag frame
In the morning, we dress our children for school.
Snowflakes and Skins have no twins.
Maybe he ought to start a patriotic bucket factory.
