Summer’s Fruit….

Damp heat intertwined,

with the pollen laden breeze.

Sweet tea and sunshine

Cube Farm….

Fluorescent humming.

Reverberating laughter.

Electronic mouse.

Like Autumn….

Hope falls like Autumn.

Flaming, dry, and brittle.

Not what we had sought.

Dry Bones….

Click, click, I hear you.

Tapping down the corridor.

Dry bones on concrete.

Shadow Man….

In the night I wait,

for you to appear once more.

The night’s long shadow.


Happily I’ll write

of the darkness of the night.

Safer than the light.

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