Morning Walk
A rope hung from the overpass above the water. A noose was missing at the end of it. It dangled in the wind— lightly slapping against the weary concrete.
Eerie as an afternoon moon and abandoned baking sheets.
A rope hung from the overpass above the water. A noose was missing at the end of it. It dangled in the wind— lightly slapping against the weary concrete.
Eerie as an afternoon moon and abandoned baking sheets.