little saints
I’m beginning to think that the ducks
who stand close to the road
are actually little winged angels—
slowing down the people
who fly around in heavy machines
of their minds
Thank you, little saints.
I’m beginning to think that the ducks
who stand close to the road
are actually little winged angels—
slowing down the people
who fly around in heavy machines
of their minds
Thank you, little saints.