The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for July 2013
the spot
with
the best
breeze has
the
worst
view
so there
he sits with
his eyes
closed
all
summer
waiting
for a glimpse
of the nice
view in
the
other spot
which
is too cold
in winter
so
a blanket
helps
him as
he sits
with his eyes
open staring
out trying
to
remember
where
he is