…hoping sleep will
reach him like a gift
dropped through
the mail slot
like a feather
fallen from a
blue wing…
excerpt from “Nocturnes” from Dust Blown Side of the Journey
Wild Poetry
…hoping sleep will
reach him like a gift
dropped through
the mail slot
like a feather
fallen from a
blue wing…
excerpt from “Nocturnes” from Dust Blown Side of the Journey