Thursday, 23 June 2011

25

hollow summer days
pass expressionlessly by
huddled months of light

Wednesday, 15 June 2011

24 Bee

I love how you greet
with wet nose and busy feet
nothing left behind

Tuesday, 14 June 2011

23

black dog is loyal
no matter how far you go
he treasures your scent

Wednesday, 8 June 2011

22

strange for me to think
the world is a prison yard
hoops, hustle, or god!