there was a yellow wood. oh, the
hinterlands (since i’m not from
england, as they say). this is
ridiculously pleasant (my attempt to remove the
on again off again from my title).
and what a title it turns out to be,
doe ray me. del ray me, that is. and so,
la, a note to follow sew. but that’s another lyric,
exceptional as it may be, but
slightly less “frosty,”
shall we say, than
the road less traveled. yet. isn’t this
really a note
about you and me? a few scribbles
verily thereupon? and
endlessly he goes, on and on, but about what?
love? and
endlessly. it’s certainly about time.
delinquent is short for del.
