#smallpoems Splintered pasts gather in concrete futures stolen glances of sun's march As two who never were come to be in glimpses of impossible desti
#smallpoems Splintered pasts gather in concrete futures stolen glances of sun's march As two who never were come to be in glimpses of impossible destiny Interest aligned eyes locked destiny's knot unwound as feet wrestle fallen leaves Just as the dogs run determined to get nowhere at all, their paths can never cross Warmed by the pleasure of shared mystery h
Greg McVerry