pippi's winter

they've done something with

my grass.

i don't mind.........i'm 

flexible. 

i love

everything.


i love people 

(yes, all of them)

and places and people and places and

things.

i love food. i love the mere thought 

of food. my nose can - and does - 

twitch 

when i'm dreaming of

it.


they've done something with

my grass.


i don't mind. 

i go in the snow,

track a little back 

in

like a friend,


as we sleep 


by the fire.