I stepped into a cove of time at the edge of a neighborhood where down the street an old lady sang the finale of her…
I stepped into a cove of time at the edge of a neighborhood where down the street an old lady sang the finale of her…
The smell of rubber even now means anticipation shaped into bicycle tires getting that new bike riding on seat springs and sunlight skirting a pathway…
The hum of wings mid-air pause hovering my quick gasp of breath at the sight of the brilliantly colored throat swift flight eyes darting furtively…
I was captured between the whisper of seasons lost in autumn bliss the pull of school campuses taste on the tongue, a tinge of cool…
This perfection found in a grasped hour in those impromptu, unshattered moments as time collides with harmony. And when I look will I find you…
Last stop church pews sunlight streaming through stained glass windows wooden casket for a metal maker lost that tug-o-war Death pulled harder. Now he is…