Converging roads –
the returned and the estranged
welcome each other
mr oCean
Converging roads –
the returned and the estranged
welcome each other
mr oCean
To him, in the moment, she is dark matter;
to others, his slow dance is dodging arrows,
and maybe both are true.
mr oCean
Everybody wants to talk with the hermit,
wants to be there when the mute opens his mouth,
but that doesn’t mean they’ll hear.
mr oCean, July 2012