Donald Traxler's Poetry
Saturday, July 13, 2019
Why?
The day is very hot.
Neither I, nor my dog,
nor the trees in the forest,
nor the scurrying geckos
need clothes.
And if you
think I do,
then it is you
who need me
to wear them.
Why?
Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler.
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