By Don / Date: March 24th, 2017
There is something here
The uninterrupted cloth of my mind
Too flat
Punctuated by a thorn
Thank God
A little thing only felt as I run
My hand across its smoothness
I think it is the tip
Of the whole point
How come you are here?
What do you have to teach me?
Okay San Jose – let’s see what you have got…