346 Storm before daybreak Garbage cans tip in the dark Scraping the sidewalk Advertisements Share:Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
345 Wedged tightly but warm Bird scratching under my feet My floor his ceiling Share:Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
344 Embroidered chair back Looking out into the night Too short to sleep Share:Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
343 Window full of roof Brown man-sized bean bag, cupping This body at rest Share:Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
342 Solitary street Wind moving through dead branches Louder than last night Share:Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
341 Bubbles frozen white Cracking under runners’ feet Faces wrapped in cloth Share:Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
340 Winter Orion Just above the horizon Sinking slowly south Share:Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
