Jenkins Street Poetry Project
A collection of original poems by Don Stinson
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Tonight, Tonight
Everyone thinks
Everything matters
When only a few
Little things do,
Like this crazy moon
Playing peek-a-boo
Behind the high clouds,
This wine, this me,
And this you.
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