
grey mist in August
feels more like fall than summer
is there food inside

grey mist in August
feels more like fall than summer
is there food inside

stillness rules the night
thoughts rising above the din
a road to nowhere
eminent domain
the highway slashing through lives
the echoes of their cries

do not be afraid
to stand out among the crowd
we’re all unique
doldrums of summer
turning the house inside out
preparing for fall
everything’s being moved
only what’s needed returns