Fenders crush and mangle; glass is thrown like a bad hand to pavement and thru flesh. Then a dark red rises on the horizon of a dashboard Bodies stumble out as bright colored lights announce, in hysteria, their tragedy. …And all in the world glance sideways and drive — to their parking places [...]
Monthly Archives: November 2008
Our streets lay under branches where winds are turning, churning turning leaves to fall churning thoughts so sweet of a whitened land so pure for a spring that will endure past the hearts that weep past Death’s chilling sleep In my mind my sister’s near In the courtyard we leave fear and take to the [...]
