There she is.Sandals and a blue t-shirtno plans to me me todayI wasn’t really there, too afraid to flirt
Faint crackle of my pipewhisper of coyote’s howl — did you hear that?through winter wood crisppitch blue air — and her…
Blown in with the dustFor the sake of watching it settle
It’s nearly thereapproaching quiet, stillness.Almost at the edge of chaos.From beneath a storm dimly lit.
