like clockwork each day
pigeons sortee back and forth
at first and last light
Month: November 2016
2016.11.24: thankful
cast upon these shores
who I am and all i have
gifts i did not earn
2016.11.23: touch
no shave November
cold wind caressing my beard
takes my breath away
2016.11.22: rearview
beneath skyward ramp
people holding cardboard signs
begging unnoticed
2016.11.21: hollow
sound of brittle leaves
scurrying across concrete
resonates inside
Longing For Water 