As I return to the city, I see the lights of the skyscrapers above Who is inside? What are they thinking? What are they doing? It makes me all the more curious as I step off of the bus and see the doves I see another tall building. And another. And yet another. I'm… Continue reading The City
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Faded Facade Or…Is It?
Sitting alone at a charming cafe A woman waits expectantly, patiently In comes a man after a long workday Looking haggardly handsome Wanting to be alone, carrying an old tome Inquiring on a private table graciously The woman watches with wonder As this handsome, charming, desirable man With elongated, elegant, easy strides, this visual… Continue reading Faded Facade Or…Is It?