Untitled Poem about Fireflies
Snatch > The dying embers of sunset> Tickle your hand> Like the ocean of dark green below The sky Look > The treasure in a shaky prison> Light shining> Unabated by fear Inside Find > The twitching probes> Recalling dim memories> Yearning for the...
Look Both Ways Part I
Nothing seemed more right than running on that fair spring day. Roy threw back his shaggy mane of red curls and let a contented smile creep across his face as his feet hit the wet pavement. The sharp smell of freshly rained on asphalt mixed enticingly...