the farther away I am from you
the greater the distance from young
words that were so easy to say
fall weighted from my tongue
I see them at my feet and wonder
who will pick them up?
and help me use them
to call to you
but confound and blast the luck
next time tie a rope to me
so when you leave our door
when I have need
I can pull you home
and hold you evermore
Day: May 16, 2013
The World’s Top 10 Best Images of Bicycles That Will Never be Rode Again.
I love this because the shots are both unusual and of bicycles (a stupendous combination). At the same time they make me a little sad, because I hate the idea of a bicycle not being ridden again.