before dusk watch rust bloom on iron limbs
Tag: freedom
burying the summer dream in bedsheets
drop on fours be the thing you were meant to be
morning commute eyes void of soul
consume the beer and banter after dark
the summer cat lazing on a park bench: life.
in line; to be tested/ invading- temple of. gods.
a vagrant lad questions the barren land: why
losing connection between river and soul
dim the lights just enough for our souls