I like this, an interesting meditation on the word crazy. Or as I like like to think of it--Tuesday night at my house!:)Why are there so many trampolines around?
This is an amazing poem. The kind I would like to write. It meanders from image to image, thought to thought, but always stays intact.And yes, what's up with the trampolines?
i thought the trampoline line was intriguing. My small town has a lot of trampolines....
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