He hops on one hip,
the one that still works,
while the hard floor waits
for the codger to fall.
Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
Footprints
House and bridge
Love demurs
Who am I
to say to you
what you should do?
Winter berries
The chili eaters
Spire
Divine comedy
Man with button looking for hope at Stedelijk
Birds bring word in their dirty breeze
Trees are chopping down the forest,
and fish are killing the seas
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