"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Saturday, June 25, 2011

The Cafe.

A crowded room,
sickly sweet aroma
of coffee
falls like ribbons
all around me.
The twang of
an acoustic guitar,
chairs scraped closer,
and we all lean in
to hear the music.


  1. Got a natural, down to earth feel to this one. You're not becoming a country song writer are you? (not that there's anything wrong with that)

  2. Love this, I could see it. :-)


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