throw it all up
catch what comes down
the rest can be left
on the ground
buy me a river
bottle your tears
we’ll sell ’em for ten cents a pound
Tag: catch
poem: sleep denied, decried,
sleep denied, decried,
entwining declined,
the touch of another, anathema
hurrying after a miss in the main
and a lotta catch-uppin’ to come
Logan Bright — Works 