Because nothing should be wasted In a world where sparrows work hard To prove there is enough.

I drank that sentence and began to glow.

Because nothing should be wasted In a world where sparrows work hard To prove there is enough.

going back and forth, back and forth, getting nowhere

Dirt rolls from his palm, Blades of grass Tumble from his hair.

The black asphalt wouls shimmer with vapors I had a theory about those vapors...not released by the sun but by a huge onion buried under the city. This onion made us cry... I thought about the giant onion, that remarkable bulb of sadness.

You can always spot bright people. They are reading a book.