Nine TenthsThe concrete is hard beneath my feet and the sky is gray until eye level, where it blushes - caught in the actNine Tenths
It's quiet in my head against the crowds the ebb and the flow of traffic around me as I linger between then and now
The sky is hard and the concrete gray and I find myself caught in the act of possessing a heart that is full.
Cicada
Lillies
