And behind me
Still lavender blue night framed in my rear view mirror
I leave bare branch trees
Dark lines against my treasured city
Ahead wild seagulls whirl and dip
Angels of the refuse
Of our existence
3/24/2014
And behind me
Still lavender blue night framed in my rear view mirror
I leave bare branch trees
Dark lines against my treasured city
Ahead wild seagulls whirl and dip
Angels of the refuse
Of our existence
3/24/2014