Still clipping away over here with weekly posts. Share with someone you love, or tolerate.
New month-
Less new me
Aged like rusted metal
in an old backyard,
Forgotten.
Covered by overgrowth.
I have value to the scrappers.
Boil me down
To sell me
For pennies.
Copper is forever,
So is mud.
And, so is death,
I’m told.
