A Poem by Steven Karl

Us of Anna     sometimes, you’d like to is bigger than bank accounts, or desire thereof, accumulation of which in the absence of it seems enough delusions to be equal sum of some spectacular, etc. yet, ponds are made motives necessity to emulate with held hands, entertained turtles on a log, girl’s laugh, us of Anna sun shifts branches smile from in but each … Continue reading A Poem by Steven Karl