Today we spoke on

the street after so long it seemed 

weather was the theme 

The blessed sun came 

to him revealing one more

truth: dreams die at dawn

The poetess had

begun her journey towards a

true revelation 

Grey sky burdened with 

thrumming birds waiting for mates

to bring nourishment 

 On the weekend, Earl let his hair down and listened to samba on the hi-fi (but kept the volume on low). 

 the tell-all (a tall tale) lay on the coffee table waiting to reveal its sordid details. 

Carl's facility with the art of conversation had gone from Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel to kindergarten crayon stick figures during the long lonely winter.