I've been scribbling again...
Poems in 140 characters or less...
but I wouldn't have met such nice people
or worried about their woes
had I not dug in and tried
yes but what are rules
but guidelines for fools
and ways to stop
the simple act of communication
who is this man who comes
his garments sprinkled with grape juice
his matted hair running to silver
and the world produced in his hands
The Blue Book