The stones echo Footsteps shifting Towards the next Time Standing silent Patiently waiting Waters reflection Capturing me Dangling in-between Legs locked Unable to move From this moment The bridge Stoic in form Carrying my …
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Colored Bricks
Andrew groggily rolled out of bed and went right for the New York Times on his front porch. He knew the daily delivery was a frivolous expense, but one it seemed impossible to live without. The whoosh of the cool morning spontaneously overcame his senses as the wooden front door was popped open. As …
Diet Love
You pop the top The bubbling sounds Tickle your ears The anticipation Causing your mouth To salivate Just the thought The upcoming sugar Sending great vibrations To your needy brain Before you know it It’s in your hand And is gulping down the hatch The taste …