Dense fog in morning awakeningVisibility is extremely lowNo light yet filtering throughCannot see building next doorCertain…
Ravenraven-ingas I walk on by
morning chillpine needles turn grey…old souls
A Poem
have you ever hearda jaguar roardeep in the jungle night?
Quivering shafts of lightThe fridge and the flies, gracefully buzzingThree succulent plants in shade…