Poem-a-day No.4

Backwoods Bucks Six hundred twenty nine miles A little town called Caryville Where goats are chained In the yard with the dogs The circle of sustenance Shot up from the treetops Nestled in the foothills Shiny brand new Out the door Quint venti white mocha Bottle of syrup $6.99 Never have I traveled So farContinue reading “Poem-a-day No.4”