All that follows is
A child’s dream of flying
Against gravity’s best wishes,
And chest-crunching laughter.
Posts published in August 2013
Following my feet,
In walking along
Edge of forest
Left to be
Overgrown with
The memories
Of a life lived
Longing for
Anything but
My own, the
Last look at you
Holds pace,
Giving me
Companion
When I walk
Alone along
Pavement’s
Cracked edges,
Overgrown with
Memories of a
Life you lived
Without knowing
It would end.