at a traffic signal in a few fugitive minutes timelines crossed; locked in a gaze that held the clock’s swing, his stretched hand begs (vulnerable in the asking) for something, just anything, he believes it is in my power to give but i, i hesitate (like you do) analyse, rationalize the inconsequential consequences of giving … More a quiver full of arrows
The shop was laden with lights and lanterns. People exited their cars with elitism. Ladies drenched in glitter entered the door with vanity. Men with heavy wallets strolled through the sprawling lawns. Children held their parents’ hands with excitement. Just beside the heavily decorated door, a pair of eyes searched for something. They looked for … More HER EYES – HER DREAMS – HER HOPES!