Moonshine Thoughts
Sitting in silence, pain is muffled…
My pen becomes a rigor-mortis singer…
Thinking he’s erased the death
of a gutter, road kill dove…
It leaves me speechless…
The old pen writes my sympathy…
…to the frog, rat, dove who loved him…
…moonshine creates beauty, never dying…
just empty….
…always empty… …and regretful to what is gone.