submerged within the listless reverie
a time stamped tear
empty café
espresso dried porcelain
in the gloaming
unfinished pledges
woven garlands
lay limp
sculptures of
gritty plaster
empty easels
unharvested gallery
Renaissance plucked
the reins of fate
only teased
Comments
appeasement in its summer cloak
dust on a mirrors reveries
a turntable unspoken
as hot ashphalt without a hospice history
of sky
summer showers and winter snows
Thank You!
In my satchel....
Your book you lent/sent me..>"Anne"
I remember us hungry as beasts
the snow feasting on stars
falling through the beam
against the screen
a gnarled expression
of the blossom tree come summer
waiting
Persona...
Thank You..