“Excuse me miss, are you local?” I turn with subtlety to retort. . . “you could say that”. I kept it short . . . I knew what was next I sit on the bench; you know to get myself comfy For this jack-a-nory. I already know the story. But I give him his glory. Continue reading “Not a beggar nor a wino”
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Mans Lament . . .
So very humbling to see the sight, A man asks God to ease his plight. On his knees, his hands in prayerI watch and lament a mans despair. His words were silent.I knew them well,we’re not so indifferent, nor infidel. Absorbed by the silence and solitudeA remedy to aid tormented moods. A new morn came.Continue reading “Mans Lament . . .”
RAIN WITH A CHANCE OF SPEEDBALLS 