A Psalm of that guy with the burrito
The deadly kinds,
yes, the piercing arrows that
slipped off my raincoat,
dripped onto the foil paper
of the burrito,
my burrito
A Psalm of that guy with the burrito
The Girl Who Twirls
Grape.
a place for your dwelling forever
22
The soil shifts and settles
Holy Ground
A Reminder
To Be Thankful
whispered prayers
Just One...
Ecclesiastes
Bells
seventy times seven
My Soul Calls Out