Tonight's Poet Corner: Cradle Of Nowhere
Cradle Of Nowhere
by Belinda Roddie
Sweet baby's sleeping
in the back of the Wrangler,
not paying any mind to the
coyotes prowling 'round the
flattened tires. Their jaws are
already set as if they're biting
something gristly, but the lullaby
from the stereo is enough to
send every animal under the
eclipse into dreamland.
by Belinda Roddie
Sweet baby's sleeping
in the back of the Wrangler,
not paying any mind to the
coyotes prowling 'round the
flattened tires. Their jaws are
already set as if they're biting
something gristly, but the lullaby
from the stereo is enough to
send every animal under the
eclipse into dreamland.
Comments
Post a Comment