In the town of light we both walk…

The actions we take sometimes result in undesirable outcomes.

Another poem I wrote, awhile back. It’s about the act of crying. What are tears really for?

A poem about falling in love, if love was a pond.

A cold snowy day next to a frozen pond.

POEM.

“Hey…Ms…er…wait a minute. I’ve not confirmed. Make me the offer in writing first. Hello…Damn it!”

“Well…yes…no…but…”

Over time everything is changed!

What happens when a stone is thrown in the water?