Slipping into oblivion,
quietly ruminating,
calling into the cold body
of the world.
There is a
gap of light
that can be seen
in the distance.
illuminating the darkness.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
Slipping into oblivion,
quietly ruminating,
calling into the cold body
of the world.
There is a
gap of light
that can be seen
in the distance.
illuminating the darkness.