Sunday, October 4, 2015

Kicking the dirt around

Kicking the dirt around
From full moon to full moon
Garlands of days strung out
All tangled, tossed and strewn

Running into darkness
Not a pinhole of light
A graveyard for ideas
Kites that never took flight
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