Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Cliffside

I drank in cold sunlight
Letting out a long-held breath
Down this wide and empty street
Smiles from each nestled fern
Dusty gusts of robust wind
Monstrous houses with fairytale spirits
Standing to tell their hundred year tale
And whispering,
"Who are you, new, wandering soul?"
All these things
They do reside
Down the bends of a cliffside drive.

2 comments:

  1. Haven't you thought about writing a book? That would be sick!

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