Left-Eye Latimer lifted the lid
on his lunch, on a hill, and laughed as he slid
down the slope on his sled,
which he made from his bed,
The King of Dreaming, Eating, and Skids.
Feb. 27, 2015
With every rent check, I write a little poem. This is one of them. My current landlord is a landlady, and she is accepting of my activities.