Saturday




The Lovers

We're in the corner silences, in
tawdry, fuming sunsets of late
Saturdays and winsome
summer moons.

Between smiles sketched
you saw our bridge strung
hand to hand

and the way we burn it
with glinting teeth in
hal´Čéight, and disconcern.


Rarely do I put up a scribble of my own, but today seemed to call for it. I've discovered the swine flu isn't all that fun. Hopefully, you all are out there in the crisp air catching the first leaves.

photography above by Sarah Meadows

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