463 I read a poem Well, at least a poem draft The house is empty 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
462 A tilted headstone Someone sitting on a bench Flower in her hair 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
461 There is so much sky In this state with its cornfields Still below the knees 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
460 Small patches of grass Finally broke from their seeds Under a full moon 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
459 An empty closet False doorknobs that do not turn Smell of new carpet 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
458 Orange sliding door Rough cut key that won’t quite fit Two cuts on my hand 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
457 Parted the same place My uncle Dale’s hair is white Now like his father’s 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
