Today someone said I
seemed like a pink lady.
In another part of town
I heard a tiny bird
song that touched me.
A meeting was held and
I got naked on a screen,
with my clothes on.
I kept someone waiting
for over an hour and
was forgiven.
Poem: Marie Craven (CC BY-NC 4.0)
Photo: John Loo, Flickr, CCBY
