Door swinging in wind
Waiting for the midnight train-
Possum waddles by
In street-puddles swims the moon
Water oily black
Wandering in rain-sloshed thought
Roads brushed in silence
In the grimy windowpane-
Fog and memory
Porcine Wings and Flower Skulls
03 Monday Dec 2012
Posted in Experimental, Photography, Poetry
A Day in the Brine 
Wonderful write and photos!
Oh grand, grand, thank you so much! I highly appreciate your drizzling by! Many smiling Cheers to you,
Autumn Jade
Ee , lass , the be a true wordsmith , that thee is , right enough. Thees , pitchers be of the finest kind. I thank thee lass.
Oh thank you so much Mr. Ken D. Williams! Cheers,
Autty Jade
Beautiful beautiful beautiful…….
Thank you very much!! Appreciate your sluicing by- too many cheers to count,
Autumn Jade
“In street-puddles swims the moon.” I love that line, especially. Thanks for visiting me. 🙂
Impossible not to visit, always a pleasure! Ah ha! That is my favourite line too. And it really was. I love those noir-nights. Thank you very much for gamboling by!! Cheers,
Autumn Jade
I need to know how to “follow” you. I only see your link when you visit me. 😦