All Things Confused

A dog with newspaper spots, barking wherever he goes.

Month: January, 2014

Sparrow

The tiny footsteps

Of fallen leaves

Follow me.

And glances

Keep me company.

 

On occasion,

A sparrow hops,

But does not fly

Away from rocks.

Void

I moved a

rock.

The indention made an impact.

The gross mud of my desecration,

Which my fingers wrought,

Has been a cause of consternation.