yellow flicker black.
five circles draw to a close.
a quartet of years.
soul dust
ancient scrolls on rags.
crumble into wispy dust.
lost knowledge lost souls.
end site
from my father’s thoughts
i took the journey homeward.
with no end in sight.
the answer
kindness the answer.
ask any question in mind.
there is the answer.
bleached bones
words of a feather.
from my quill to the letter.
bleached bones sell no tales.
birds of a weather
soggy soul outdoors.
i am a rusting scarecrow.
birds vent their feelings.