04-28-2021, 03:24 AM
April morning --
a wood pigeon sings
from the swaying sycamore
while I sip builder's tea
and smell cut grass.
I want to stay
in this moment
of calm,
but my phone rings --
it's the doctor.
a wood pigeon sings
from the swaying sycamore
while I sip builder's tea
and smell cut grass.
I want to stay
in this moment
of calm,
but my phone rings --
it's the doctor.

