4. Waiting for the Bus
# Waiting, and a Friend You stand resting against the wall of your apartment complex, seeking the shade a few trees in front provide. It's the early afternoon and the heat of the sun threatens to cook you in your fur. Without even a breeze and that...
What Memories Owe Us
Dawn's light rises like a wave it turns the wheel grave- can you see, do you remember? Taken from a brass cacophony you prevented an elegy with the softest touch, so tender. Now the nights turn to foam drifting back home, back under,...