at the head of the monthwanderers rest for the newthe rusted path, the past the…
you crawl the desertin search of oasis,heart barren,too thirsty to noticekind spaces…
a paperinvited a pen,the pen scribbledthe paper lost it’s blanknesssomehow, a…
Shades of grey,no shade of passion,shaded for life.
Remember the year when that bully, Life, lifted us,turned us upside down, and…
A response to the prompt by C McClung
Cemented