Saturday, April 19, 2014

Magnetism




Moths to the flame
Every dog looking for their day
Bears to honey
Boys to mischief
Tongues within the gaps of missing teeth
Fingers pulling loosened threads
A single shoe along the road
Coins upon the rail
that fly in the ointment
weeds thriving in a crack
the sole black sheep among the rest
the needle in the stack
the voice from deep within the desert
finding refuge from the rain
once in a million

me on any porch in a storm


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