garbage bag.

The sun will rise eventually.

Bones rattle in the trunk,

Cigarette smoke fills the air.

Sky so blue, you can’t hear her scream.

The crows dance in the field,

Men come from all around.

Stalks thicker than summer haze.

Little buttons with little kids.

On the way home I met a flea.

Very kind. He was one of a kind.

He bought me dinner that

Valentine’s Day.