As the world gallops large and loud hear the sigh as smallness sings. Needing something nothing to branch wildly perhaps a delicate lacing of lavender…
Way back before the pretty girls fled leaving that bland country like a silk blouse ripping in the wind those scattered threads long thrashed by…
Sanding years of varnish off the old surface there discarding days of firsts 1920s wedded bliss sifted through the baseboard moulding their time now done,…
That 1980s chick has aged just so pretends she didn’t thinks nobody will know pumped up poster pinup she might have been kept on rolling…
If I fell through a wormhole I would land outside her window in midsummer breathe the smell of pomegranates ready for picking on that lopsided…
Foursquare school stands as a lone steward to another era I half expect to climb those stairs to find that blonde, mischievous boy papers spilling…
Mesh wire laced windows with pulley closures like Popeye the Sailor Man rigged them up sun streaming on the gym floor basketball goals sans nets…
Old letters sometimes fall out as if sifted from the center of time itself words stare back from slanted sentences uttered by strangers from afar…
I passed by this old house one evening alive with candlelight where it stands on 10th Street it has been there since the early 1900s…
“When you are old and gray and full of sleep and nodding by the fire… ” I will take the book from your shaky hands…