Tag: mind

Junkyard Mind

Junkyard mind sitting under a moon counting raindrops rusting away. Thoughts of an overhaul surface some days but frostbite at nights prevents my fingers a grip on what to share. I have flashes of times caught with love my lug nuts loose front end joints needing lubed. I remember sunny moments being polished and waxed before being discarded to rust…

No footprints

She walked a few miles to deliver her smile but no footprints to reveal for it was a magical interpretation within heart, mind.