fronting the rusted trailer long since abandoned the road was more cart path than street with ... CONTINUED
Short poems about life and love
delmar, ny
late afternoon breeze — iron church bells summon the faithful ... CONTINUED
haiku iv
beneath full moon — outside my open window crickets chirp ... CONTINUED
gimme shelter
snow falls on cedars — even under these boughs no shelter can be found ... CONTINUED
county road 83
a ribbon of pavement cuts through rolling fields overgrown with thistle, grasses and ... CONTINUED
number seven bus
the driver barely looks as i pay the fare. all window seats are taken. most stare at phones or ... CONTINUED
bus stop
broken glass. gum wrapper. empty snapple bottle. curiously, grains of sand reminiscent of the ... CONTINUED
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