Monday, January 28, 2013

Position opening.

tonight, walking before maybe another storm, the moon was full full full


high in the sky, unveiling itself then disappearing into a pool of milky, cloudy light

Bruiser capered and pulled ahead, then stopped to bury his nose in snow
what's there, Bruiser? what comfit, cure, what medicine?

2 comments:

radagast said...

You had me at "sandwiches."

gilian said...

Pick me! Pick me!

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