Wesley Markham Haynes’ poetry.
Well, anyway. I have taken care of the dismay.
No chance of what will come in the month of May.
Enlightenment, wisdom and virtue and the inevitable gray.
Oh, how I laugh with the tears of it all.
Genuinely, vigorously and treasonously.
That is all, just wanted to say.
GRATITUDE is a MIST
just woke up from a very cool dream and this was repeating in my memory so I jumped up and wrote it down, I am not sure what it means. I feel like it isn’t mine.