Once glimmery
brushed and burnished
coppery, now
a thin refuge
of time waning
Month: March 2014
j’adore —
sentimental busker
romances
the subway
line
She considered
him
as simply retrieved
as an Argyle sweater
flung
over a dining room chair.
candlelit
Power lines down,
children curl drowsily together,
listening
to their grandmother’s voice
in the wavering
light
The wall’s impact transformed her resolve.
secrets
gingerly
fingertips inch
along the skin
of all that remains
unspoken
hunter
our tabby advances
warily
through yards as
motion sensors blaze
night stars into darkness
