depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
Winter willows pen and ink the skyline in simple magnificence. How many times do we pass by and not see?
Bent sideways on his bedroom bench the way a tree gives permanence to prevailing winds backpack pillowed beneath blanket disguise on the verge of last night’s puddles, tiptoes anchored a rough sleeper ready set to go In just five lines, am meeting Frank at the… Continue Reading “Benchland”
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