Miss Immaculate She sits neatly, and silently in front of me on the bus. The tall seat obscures everything but the top of her head. Hair brushed back with the sleekness, not a fly-away to be found. Every single strand working in unison to build her style like ants building a structure. Brushed bent twisted … Continue reading Friday Floetry: Miss Immaculate
Golden Morning Warm yellow leaves cover the trees and ground. Bathed in morning sun, the soft yellow leaves shimmer gold cascading down the hillside creating a wall of treasure. I'll put a single leaf in my pocket and buy you a sunset. I'll take two, and buy you Tomorrow.