Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on September 26, 2012
Bayside foggy streets
Groggy drivers head to work
Crows too are quiet
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on September 25, 2012
Sun bright September
Quick walkers sidewalk shadows
Pigeons in the air
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on September 24, 2012
Is there something left unsaid
We should say right now
Before today ends
And night falls again
Should it be new
Should it be old
A combination of the two
Perhaps a lyricist to provide
Musicality to the repartee
Resonating among words
Shared between us
Across the years celebrated
Or simply left alone to make
Room for plans and potentials
Fulfilled or dissipated among
Passing hours and days
Lost in unwritten pages
Novels novellas short stories
Expressing what was lost
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on September 21, 2012
The day awakens
Sun bright fir trees framed in blue
Good morning new day
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on September 20, 2012
Flat and farmy fields
Foothills frame the interstate
Route 5 rushes south
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