REMINISCE Of THE SQUALL’S MIST

Time has a way with seasons Winter Summer Spring and Fall Looking back Some folks show Warm kinship Plant seeds Of real friendship While others Bitterly cold Brusque Outer space From whence cometh the squall? Did they really Knoweth me At all? Sensible sensibilities Intact on a clean NYC downtown toilers train Musing beside theContinue reading “REMINISCE Of THE SQUALL’S MIST”