a moment cracks dogs howl and the search lights sniff through. the inward eyes see.
"there is nothing more to say really. i know that's not what you want to hear. and i understand that."
his elderly grandfather reliving youth, peddling his experience with ice cream and a trip to the lake. his hands shake. and his grandson wonders will his shake the same? when he is that old?
"your planet will be taken. it has been decided. nothing further can be done."
Added by Street Poet on March 13, 2014 at 5:49pm — No Comments
the flower of the morning wilts. and out through humid windows, the ice decayed into streaming waters, i stir from sleep.
to begin my day. another just as the day before. unremarkable in so many ways. if one were to see only the world as what surrounds. but there is something more, a nameless dissolve, where heart as muscle melted, dear and wondrous has collected from the melt of spring into a fresh pool captured in soft depressions where stood steps walked along the path of…Continue