BREATHE

breathe, breathe, inhale the aroma the bitter barbed the gentle without wings   breathe, breathe, the silence required the answers searched in empty pockets   breathe, breathe, the anger consumed the choice not taken the basket half full   breathe, breathe the choices once made the crossroads disturbed resting in dreams   breathe, breathe out … More BREATHE

THURSDAY

THURSDAY     Desperate hands open street awnings. The shade is welcome to pedestrians. The aroma of flowers and fruit swell through the street. Eyes of suspicion avoid contact but are curious nonetheless. Men with unbuttoned shirts and gold chains snap gum to the beat of their polished shoes. A gust of air lifts the … More THURSDAY