the rattling rumbles.
the tires whine underfoot.
like the sound of prayers.
fine grained time
time is sandpaper
buffing my harder edges.
i’m spit and polish.
known gnomes
there is a world known
but better it would remain
to the garden gnomes.
attrition mission
the sands are slipping
down the slopes of our lives.
swallowed by oceans.
black and white life
down the center lane
em dashes keep my thoughts clear.
coloring outside.
opening volley
quiet night at dawn
opens one tired sleepy eye.
eternity cries.