and it reminded her of a dream I had conveyed to her last year, which I think I wrote about here, wherein I saw watermelon birds and I was going to do a painting with them but I never did. I don’t know how to write poetry really, I mean there probably is a structure I should follow so maybe this is prose. Or maybe its just bad writing. But I like it and I may tweak it a bit here and there when I feel fresh.
The back of the bird is my favorite part