Thursday, May 10, 2012

esperanza, like rain

Winter mornings spent saying, What are you doing with your life? turned to spring nights of I'm getting there. 

I've pushed the pieces into position. Some point in contradicting directions.

Now, we wait.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

When I grow up, can I be more like you?

d.g. said...

Meet me by the Cornucopia.