Friday, June 3, 2022

I met me overseas,

It was me and only me,

But actually it was three,

We’re trilogies,

One old,

Call him ‘G’,

Retired free,

The other cold,

Don’t call him at all,

Like autumn, he’ll fall,

He’s lanky—so tall,

Another short,

In fact small,

So much,

He crawls,

He’s the baby,

That’s all,

He’ll cry,

And that’s all…

-Budd