Poetry · Writing Smoke Signal April 1, 2018 SamT.Gutierrez I’ve been sitting on a lawn chair smoking a pipe watching my clouds chase their big brothers around playing tag. They dissipate and the big brother moved on. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Published by SamT.Gutierrez View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
