Because I haven't posted here often enough the past few evers,

[mliry]

a poem.

"Perspective of Epiphany"

The gazebo stands cold like morning hangover showers,
ghost voice raindrops on the stones, echoing
over rivercalling crickets and a kid,
distant and sick, with sweat for eyebrows
and heat in his nose.He held himself as hunched yardsale paintings

Comments

[thevirtualme]

wow, Neb, that's really good. :)