driving to the renaissance fair, strange that I’ve never been to it before…we got our coffee and a box of munchkins, and the weather is right…
I am thirstyBut the teacup is years awayand shattered.
what was it for youin this modern world to traverseyet bear an old soul seeking depths in a shallow seahow many times it broke your heart…
Waiting for the sirens
to sound for tomorrows new dawn
1stly
1stly, yesterday was finally
a NYT Sunday