read me a poem
I expected to remember
when I woke up—
I expected to remember
when I woke up—
sonnet-like,
containing
a seven-line
list of
containing
a seven-line
list of
chickens: Rhode Island
Red,
Sussex, Plymouth Rock;
or maybe egg colors:
Sussex, Plymouth Rock;
or maybe egg colors:
sky-blue, brown, reddish-brown;
and sizes from big to small.
But that wasn’t it.
and sizes from big to small.
But that wasn’t it.
