May6 by Mark M. Redfearn After his house burns, an old man sifts the ashes— spring melancholy. Related Post navigation ← Previous Post Next Post → 2 comments on “” MossHawk says: May 6, 2019 at 1:18 pm the sound of traffic passing and passing Reply mycawbites@aol.com says: May 6, 2019 at 2:30 pm makes me sad for the old man Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
the sound of traffic passing
and passing
makes me sad for the old man