Maandelijks archief: november 2015

It can change you in the middle of the day And though your confidence may be shattered It doesn’t matter And all the bush league batters Were left to die out on the diamond In the stands, home crowd scatters … Lees verder →

In the yard, behind the church where Butterflies and blackbirds perch on Gray stones as the garden’s growing dim We will lay down on the ground and Put our cheeks against the dirt down Where it no longer matters Where … Lees verder →