I listenkeenly tothe train at nightlow rumble growlingrolling through the hourscarrying away my dreamsfire breathing thief in dark robes Thanks for reading!
Shade – because there won’t be anytake some from the dark cornersat the back of the pantrybring a little of the gloamy coolnessthat lurks under the trees in the yard Flip flops – that you won’t wearbecause the wet sands sucks at them,turning them into heel-paddling liabilities a hat for the wind to steal clothesContinue reading “Packing for the Beach”
. . . . realize that I am late. I am going to need more time, at least a week. After that, I will be back and set it all right.”. . . .