loved and abandoned
stuffed animals on a wharf bench
a childhood gone
a broken haiku for abandoned toys
loved and abandoned
stuffed animals on a wharf bench
a childhood gone
Tag Archives: wharf
dry socks make the man
revel in the mild night
a sense of rain riding the air
too cool to be spring
the post-commute traffic washes by
this spot I stand, still grateful for dry boots
[from upcoming Watchman’s Journal installment: “Wharf Fung Shui”]
a round in a cruel gentle snow globe
a light snow kicks around the wharf
the currrent of traffic sounds cuts the cold air
my tobacco pipe, the only natural light
againt cityscape’s purple-highlit darkness