summer electricity

[failpanda]

There are no letters
in the dust-filled rooms;
only ephemeral shadows
lit by orange slants of sunset
in which the dust shifts
and dances like ghosts
of September fires and
summer, in swirls.

Comments

[thedinnerdrive]

Does it ever get old ---- me telling you how much I enjoy your writings? Sometimes I feel like it must. Either way, stunning work. The same applies for your more recent entry too, I figure I'd really be redundant if I said the same thing there. I hope all is well :)