The Radio Call
2004-04-12 21:00
“Number six-sixty!”
The words swam through azure skies
to a rural road
near a small green hill
where a lone cow sat chewing,
breathing the airwaves.
“Number six-sixty!”
The words swam through azure skies
to a rural road
near a small green hill
where a lone cow sat chewing,
breathing the airwaves.