10/12/16

A Companion Always


These are days of blues.
The melancholy has been fed.
It has grown unattended.
In a general sense.
A companion always.
The canvas of my life.
Colors of playfulness and joy.
Occupiers of attention for a moment.
Like a dream almost.

Trail Dog

  Gimme some shelter, Gimme some rust. Gimme a trail dog, If you must. On the highway, Dodging cones. Big trucks passing by, Long way from h...