A Soliloquy for Dead-Ends

A tree branch brandishes its silhouette  And hides the stucco pattern, flourishing  Across the wall.  A leaf trembles in the wind. Pauses.  Before its stem snaps and lets go Of the leaf.  Impulses obligate an outstretched hand To snatch the leaf from wind patterns. Fingers grasp the loose foliage  And dollar bills within the sameContinue reading “A Soliloquy for Dead-Ends”