Only Heirloom will do….
Soda pop or Honey bubbs? Wire coils in his hands as he straightens his beard like the crescendo of a song. Rest will follow the take of roll. Script on scroll: “I’d hate to delay.” “Do they grow their own rise?” Oms rhetorically spat with insertions. Tedious & Timeless take the stage. Some hoodies in […]
Muscles cleave subtle inside solid skin. Humbled, I dig around roots. Shivering filters Cast many tapered shadows Across our bare legs. Draping pull cord taut Enduringly back, waning from view. Frond-ly beckon on.