Lousy weather
cloudy skies
cool on one hand
humid on the other.
Baked cakes
yesterday,
not going for cookies today.
I have nothing to do.
I have nothing I want
to do.
Im restless.
So restless, it almost hurts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this - crisp with that great poetic hint of sadness, steve