Grandpa Vonnegut and the Galapagos ghosts

You have to be willing to lose everything that doesn't matter, if you expect to find something that does.

Writing sonnets in the air

To blow away, without a care

Our words are clothes for wind to wear

And doesn't she look lovely?

Reviews

[Ana Papaya]

Vonnegut, been a while! I enjoy reading him. This is a perfect little poem.
The wind... she is lovely. Depending on her mood and what she's wearing.

[Dripping Chocolate Madness]

In any mood
And whether she chooses
Her Autumn garb or spring
She oozes beauty like it's her duty
But nude, she'd make you sing.