“in my free time, when that is afforded to me, i like to write poetry” – me

Of Rain and Sand

The neck less retard gestures that his work is done.
As hands flail flapping fat in the Charlotte sun
My work has just begun
My work has just begun

Children strapped to chest harness rears
Like a caged cat that once had sense
To break free and wipe the tears
Confronting awaiting unknown fears

That infant rings the bell loud
Like an old man
Experience is passed on
Through rain and sand