Late at night, driving through wilderness a little shack, glowing with light beacon in middle of nowhere – cue theremin The road diverges on either side of the shack I am headed in, does anyone ever come out? I stop, maybe a hundred feet short…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Late at night, driving through wilderness a little shack, glowing with light beacon in middle of nowhere – cue theremin The road diverges on either side of the shack I am headed in, does anyone ever come out? I stop, maybe a hundred feet short…