Monthly Archives: October 2011

The white labrador, in the backseat, blinked softly– like those clouds above.

The tract homes, with their lifeless stares, faced the field like a police lineup.

Tonight I raise my G & T to the tiny hint of what might be.

Friday: The best to come home to that which is yours to have and to hold

Mike refused to bunt. Jess, when pulled, threw a tantrum. I may have lost them.

Tears fell too. Before that, their bodies. Ground down, all ends have gravety.

The leaves fell tonight, two weeks too early, their full colors a figment.