tell me when
just when
social masks
aren’t needed
tell me when
just when
the wind in the grass
is heeded
(c) A. H / K. H-H (21/5/18)
Another early poem on here for me, again it came from writing for the blog, I called it a doodle then and am very fond of this. I did use it on my first blogversary. Today feeling wistful and sad about the possible masks i am given, not me at all.
