the blue is silent
the sun an opened curtain
the tired-eye earth like us
awakens to bird song
the dogs and I walk
along a quiet crease
a mere wrinkle of
its huge body
still deep in shadow
half asleep
the signage
yet to be changed
from a highway
in moonlight
to a single path
at dawn
the lady from the gas company put’s me on hold while I wait and wonder isn’t a moment supposed to be no more than two three maybe four beats of the heart? somewhere in the realm of easily countabl
don’t we dole out love like it’s liquor in a locked cabinet? give strangers a shot glass of something cheap if anything at all? while those in our inner circle get treated to the open bar 24/7 we mu
Hoping for a round number I looked around to steal or beg from the other 29 to build the pan and make just one more I know people and their sweet teeth and shortfalls of shortbread or chocolate chips