after the wind
the river returns
to what silk must look like
rippling on a light breeze
the air, pensive and warm
a light rains springs up, leaves
unable to wash away
the sunset
Category Archives: Poetry Month 2023
Day 108, 2023
though retired from trouble
there is the thought
it hasn’t retired from me
Day 107, 2023
just one more asshole
finding my way in the dark
using the echo of my voice
to measure distance