Friday, March 18, 2016

Going Home Late

dark

and not much to see . . .

rain draining and

scattering the headlights

useless against this wet road . . .

just the eerie appearance

of a tiny white hand . . .

the end of a broken branch

sleeved in bark . . .

pointing the way home

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