Poem-a-day
Last moments
Fleeting impressions
Waterfall's loudest
at the bottom.
It's cold outside,
Come in,
You can float to
The top of
The waterfall.
Spray bottle in hand, late @ nite
Foaming mousse, edge control, bonnet,
At the ready.
Grocery bag of perm rods,
sparse coils dusting the ground,
A night of tosses and turns ahead,
It's worth it.
