Brief Elegy on the Tip of a Match
That day I burned a heap of tractor tires with ten bucks stuffed in my pocket. What is still most alive are the leaves going silver like fish changing direction on trees whose names I never bothered to learn.
That day I burned a heap of tractor tires with ten bucks stuffed in my pocket. What is still most alive are the leaves going silver like fish changing direction on trees whose names I never bothered to learn.