Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Cool Walking

Broken glass glitter, sparkling,
Under car park floods,
Faint, frost crunching steps,
And smokers breath,
Clouding out and dissipating,
Just chilling on my way to work.

1 comment:

Ray Van Horn, Jr. said...

very cool...gets right inside the core of the muse's mind, which opts to relinquish its troubles...dig it