The old man sat Legs crossed, foot bouncing The blinds were drawn Summer heat screaming From the warped floorboards You could see the dust, each
Category: Poetry & Prose
The Dawn
The dawn was brief When I laid down To greet Your sacred offering Masked by shadows You watched As I covered myself With your fallen
The Only Way
There is no direction When every way is the only way That leads back to where we began A ghost, for most of our days
Forgotten
If my words were to Fall from you Scattered on the ground To be whisked away On an unfelt breeze If you’ve forgotten what this
Once, Was Summer
Meet me by the tree, the one from my youth Days spent climbing, swinging, longing, dreaming Yellow Jackets and an occasional sting Long summer days
Our Place
There is a walk I know, among the trees How much you always loved the solitude The dry, fallen leaves cracking beneath our feet An
