Monday, June 10, 2013

Tuesday Tidbits 11 Jun 13




Faint glow
on the horizon-
Smell of coffee

Off the leash 
gnawing on the unknown- 
Cave Canem

Sickle moon-
They call it a wake
although she won't

Sunrise 
scanning the radio
for Miles

"You Are My Starship"-
The shape of William's
hearse

On the jetty
casting much longer 
shadows

Honking
broken down in the road
A goose

And until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)
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