Today the belly of
this yellow dragon
is filled with chatter.
My countrymen buzz
like honey filled bees.
My seat is the last empty.
I see a brethren of the cloth
outside my Sun blazed window
he carries the burden of our kind
on his stoic countenance.
YOU ARE READING
IN HEAVEN - everything is fine
PoetryPoems from yesterday. Written from when the house is asleep and my mind is at rest. Poems about what I'm feeling some are good. I'll try to do more and consistent even if not many people read them.
