Three notes, over and over On a harmonica As the travelers jostle and grumble He sits by his hat, playing Eyes closed, unaware.
Frozen, the river is a moonscape, not earthly. Not normal. The ice lies cracked on the water and starlight glints madly in crevices.
image by Johua Veitch Michaelis, source Flicker.com used in acc with CC BY SA 2.0 Some flowers wilt softly into mulch. Others crackle and prick like autumn leaves Or cacti.
Bands, beers and old boyfriends don’t mix. It’s good beer though, malty and brown And it’s only the heat of alcohol going down, That makes me feel...