Like skin, snow sags droops
puckers. Tears slide across a
hard crusty surface.
January thaw
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Like skin, snow sags droops
puckers. Tears slide across a
hard crusty surface.
Like skin, snow sags droops
puckers. Tears slide across a
hard crusty surface.
A sink hole opens
in a once serene landscape
and cannot be filled.
Ideas on the fly,
dictate to iPhone. Moleskine,
we hardly knew ye.
Finding new homes through
Amazon. Not selling. I’m
aiding adoptions.
The man who fell to
earth left us too soon, stardust
in Major Tom’s wake.
Inside ease comfort
outside unpredictable
so hard that first step.
With a ticket comes
hope, and since I’m ticketless,
I’m hopeless and lost.
Dandelion seed
responsibilities float
away on each breath
Summer is golden
butterscotch, January
skim milk, thin weak pale.
A’s dream–a fairy
cottage in the woods–simply
too good to be real.