We Shall Overcome
Kid sitting
barefoot on
the hood of
his Nova
at sunset
strumming some
We Shall Overcome
stuff on
his guitar.
When he smiles
bugs fly
in his mouth.
Kid sitting
barefoot on
the hood of
his Nova
at sunset
strumming some
We Shall Overcome
stuff on
his guitar.
When he smiles
bugs fly
in his mouth.
Filed under poems & short jabs