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.)