loose threads

a smattering of things

  • a gray morning
    a quiet street
    i stare out the window
    and imagine i have wings

    leaves dance in the gutter
    fat raindrops dot the pavement
    seven hundred miles away
    the sun is shining

    -rjm
  • I woke up from a dream 
    my arms sore
    from the shape
    of holding you

    -rjm