Poems from Lydia Q
Visions of the sunset—
It sets every night,
Sometimes at 7 o’clock,
Sometimes at 8 o’clock,
Sometimes at 9 o’clock.
It spins and sings over...
The day is done
The sun is sinking into the bathtub
Flinging toys flinging joys across the sky.
The day is done
The umbrellas put away and...