on a cool tin roof
My car is very clean now
Once again, I am the bringer of rain.
Had a Skype date with my sweet boy S
my faux-nephew
the three-year-old little dictator
and reminder
of all that is good
When all life's meaning is ripped away
and all I once believed I question
the only thing to do
is walk into the desert
until the world makes sense again
or until it doesn't matter
T, your photography and poetry are just beautiful. I'm going to RSS your blog and visit often. Happy Trails!
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