Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Reef Road

slip and slides
smell of bleach
musty old basements
clothes that shrink
quiet closets
with windows
to spend time alone in
sewing cards
with animals
pink canopies
2 big trees
I was the messenger
the earth rolling over
in a yawn
at the end of each day
until fireflies
lit up the night.


1 comment:

Christopher Dos Santos said...

Beautiful thoughts transport me to your world. Well done, been busy of late, nice to drop in.

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