with a touch of smoke
with a touch of smoke
drifting on the flavor's edge
closing out the day
with a touch of smoke
drifting on the flavor's edge
closing out the day
with fiddle-faddle
and delusional blindness
the front porch poet
a car rumbles by
echos of children's laughter
sounds of the city
to coax out the moon
so shyly covered by clouds
a lingering night
it's a long story
to be so dreadfully parched
the flow of water
the black becomes blue
hereld of the rising sun
with espresso shots
the sway of a tree
brings forth a tired chirping
as the sun still sleeps
fall into the blue
gaze upon the setting sun
a visit with pink
from among the tombs
the wisdom of skeletons
listen in silence
there are obstacles
and forces that overcome
a leaf on the wind