Nº 129 - This morning my father turned into a seagull. We knew it was him as soon as he opened his beak and refused to get down off the roof
poet |ˈpōət; ˈpōit|
Nº 129 - This morning my father turned into a seagull. We knew it was him as soon as he opened his beak and refused to get down off the roof
Began looking in yesterday – post – meridian –
progressively expectant, if north, if number, by degree
calculate, if latitude within each image accept applause