Embossed on the sky in shadow and blue walking a phone line not farther away than the bits of clouds left over from the day. Hours later, with the unspecified timing of a street lamp you light the way in a yellow so old it was not by accident.
Writer and Artist
Embossed on the sky in shadow and blue walking a phone line not farther away than the bits of clouds left over from the day. Hours later, with the unspecified timing of a street lamp you light the way in a yellow so old it was not by accident.