dear Emma,

occasionally it is your birthday;

and therefor this could be a poem for a birthday:

 

    things that I know about you

are things that you know about you

so this might be about you

while it is also for you

     every now and then 

flowers grow on the doormat

they do it

maybe they celebrate the rain

    so when others stop cutting the grass

i start mowing the mat

it's strange in our circles

but that's just how things go in wonderland

(10/15/24 - 11:16am)