Kicking the can down the road
a once proud dove
through branches
now burning ashes from above
it took a wind to compose
with a sultry sigh
in breath of the night
and shrouded clasp
beneath the cowling, indisposed
of the living dead
with a silence of specter bite
echoing laughter within
with a whisper of shadows
of secrets frost and bold
wandering in twilight’s threads
kicking a can down the road
You paint a lonely, desolate picture of a road and a can, Adagio. Always the disturbing edge… mysteriously unnerving.
Thank you.