Day: September 20, 2012

The Summer: Doors creak as rug hangs alone on drying string up hill, of Creek. The Wind chimes tangled within willow strings, tap; shelter for bucket under tree holds tad poles and marbles and skipping dreams from dead leafs that fall and brighten piles of seashells made out of, concrete. The Summer: Discarded silverware never… Continue reading Walking in Sleep →