“… nothing in the tank …”
Tag Archives: a poem for the weary
Humanity and the city
“… to get ahead …”
The sojurn of the humbled
“… but instead it is the spirit …”
Shallow waters
“… to drown in …”
The walk of consequence
“… is stored up for us …”
The balance beam
“… choose to be …”
The weary tome
” … it stays hidden …”