lines written sitting out on my stoop
i am carried away by her voice out in my wabi-sabi garden away from the potholes of ignorance and sociopaths smiles holding loft a baby child, a pawn for his campaign so i need the prayer of a guy named Dante whilst the cicada’s hum i watch the wind move the fountain grass listening to tales of a Highwayman the music flows out the door … Continue reading lines written sitting out on my stoop