if there are great men
they are amongst us unseen.
the devil don’t care.
Archives for October 2015
lightly treading
a vista is wide.
full of possibilities.
dazzled by the light.
angry again
a frog’s pink tongue
tastes empty air.
hungry again.
rise and shine
the early hours.
filled with dust motes and large space.
wake the world gently.
space for red
there is so much more
behind the empty green door.
full of red spaces.
terminus
terminal waiting
for the butcher’s eager knife.
journeying to health.