the moon out in morning,
an early weekend rise --
half a pebble in a slight-blue
sky. you may have seen it last
night, among stars, friends.
you probably never thought
'when will I see this again?'
and one day it will be your time,
but the moon will keep appearing
over every earthly skyline.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
“What,” the young, scarred and scabbed Scib said, “did Mr. Pin calm him – Bixson-” And Balkey closed the gap as soon as the word left the...
Tell him Coral has finally gone sour and the Pin is as crooked as we all thought,” fryed Balkey and eyed the straight and tall, the...