Untitled by Chuck Revell
She kept her secrets
evening grey on the hills
whispered him windows
karisma for the
morning tides she found him like
her lover each day
counted each careful
breath like the bus riding home
to dampen white sheets
Karl counted each breath
the evening #2 bus
windows riding home
each day she found him
the grey fog kept her secrets
her lover careful
she whispered white sheets
karisma like morning tides
to the hills, for him
