small town connection

the town is grey-blue. grey-blue billows out of bushes and sidewalks the wind pushes it around and birds use it  to get high. the town is silently clamoring full of sound and void Change caterpillars through generations, eating and leaving behind. freedom hopscotches up the road I can feel its exponential approach as I wait Continue reading “small town connection”

two eyes bobbing

two eyes bobbing on the great salt sea, the great salt sea lapping infinitely out to the end of the horizon. maybe there is a dock with two little feet swinging, a line cast, hopeful into the blue waiting to catch an iris or two then cast back, free to bob again, lone lookers quenchedContinue reading “two eyes bobbing”