Words

Coasters have withstood the tests of time…

Yeah, this is about air…

“The Haiku, a Japanese verse in three lines is a mood poem.”
Perfect. I’m moody anyway.

Dear Time,
You’ve been messing with me. Messing with me like a seedy Three-Card Monte hustle on Second Avenue.

perhaps I’ll try to rhyme my poems
like others of those lengthy tomes
by Keats and Donne, and Byron too
I think it can’t be hard to do

Is the speed of light impatient or what??