Staring at the opaque brake lights of an angry Honda that sits behind a line of drones weary from combat A kind woman waves me on I turned left to find another succession of bumpers and anxiety They start to move. Thank god I hit the gas and the red beacons reply I hit the brakes my lunch rolls onto the floor Horns honk An apathetic truck blocks the route I stomp the brakes My lunch is somewhere under the seat I open the door…Continue Reading “The Journey”
Strive to grow
taking the hard road
every day a struggle
to survive this sidewalk prisonContinue Reading "Ivy from a crack"
Echoes of the sunshine falling slightly on weathered ears Rusted and flush his face turns older Standing bravely waiting for the cold As the light again, begins to ebbContinue Reading "Leaves of Gold"