for Constance Turner: happy birthday :P
Nowhere: there’s a crowd;
strip mall, golden sun governs –
senseless life abounds.
Fallen change lounges
all bake in the after noon –
the smell of asphalt –
moon’s quiet silver
upon fresh, fragrant roses –
that sense of freedom –
aww! i love it! beautiful words ^o^
I like it, too. It is evocative- of something- like… Saturday.
And, Happy Birthday, ma’am ;)
Shopping all day and all night – heightened to poetry! Pretty cool.