in smoky twilight
i remember how light
his casket was
yet i can’t pick up his toys
still scattered in the yard
Author: John Stone
John Stone is a musician who sometimes writes things down. He's trying very hard to stop, but as you can see...
black fedora
the blind man
inspects its brim
through the skylight
only we
can see these stars
delta breeze
an old, old song
from the ice cream man