Truth found on sounds dancing on hymns of a dying leaf Just fade into broken silence of an evening wind while our moon rises on forgotten surprises twisting in a long setting sun #smallpoems
#smallpoems Walls peel in spaces where rust fades seamlessly into dust at times slightest touch Green paint lurches into curled fingernails scratching at nothing Leaves eat at tires flattened Soulless folds of rubber cracked by neglect sit heavy, holding onto pasts not worth recounting Broken chairs shards of plastic pointing nowhere empty bottles labels lon
#smallpoems Autumn sun slips hiding in hills holding a forgotten valley A crescent moon rises, slivers of hope fading a top a New England town Flickering street lamps, dance in puddles, rippling upon uncounted potholes but washed away as Lights of patched up Colonials click on trying to fight Winter's Approach. In growing shadows factory windows lay bare str