Beguiling Sight

A beguiling sight
Sketches of all we’ve been through
As ghosts fill the park

2 Responses to “Beguiling Sight”

  1. You mention parks in your poetry quite a bit. Maybe your essence is a muddy, softly fogged, rainy park. Those parks we read about in the stories we all love to reread when we remember them- the ones with the negatively weathered and beautifully promising endings.

  2. Parks are the cities’ country bubbles. I’m always drawn to them. As for the analysis? You may just be right 🙂

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