poetry falcon's Post

boys asleep wife headed to bed there is so much to write so much to read i pour a pinky finger of gin and set off to balance a little much needed alone time with resting this naive old carcass because who knows when the toddler will awaken like the kraken in a few hours or perhaps morning if there is mercy in the universe but either way gratitude is glued to this shortest measurement of time
By: via poetry falcon