May 2019
Before the sun, before the birds--
The porch calls. The raw spring earth.
Reflection time.
A jogger's headlight dances down the street.
He doesn't nod, I don't wave.
Solitude.
The porch calls. The raw spring earth.
Reflection time.
A jogger's headlight dances down the street.
He doesn't nod, I don't wave.
Solitude.
