
withered by the sun
hiding under thatched rooftop
a shadow of faith
withered by the sun
hiding under thatched rooftop
a shadow of faith
over on main street
where the neon sign burned out
crumbling walls linger
bars rust in silence
boarded windows trap the light
timeworn, still haunting
roofless hut finds grace
apalachicola town
palm trees and sunshine
feathers bright and bold
roosters for sale, stories told
cock-a-doodle-doo
whispering oak trees
shadows dance ‘neath worn porch boards
southern secrets sleep
sharecropper cabin
time’s touch etched on every plank
whispers of the past
paths left behind fade
silent phones and empty chairs
new roads to be paved
a scaffold building
spider orbits his web space
this autumn evening
awakened by sound
from worm grunting festival
life as fishing bait
downtown theatre
performs restoration play
true life center stage
if not woodpecker
tapping on old oak, no sound
at the tiny house
rooms available
where you do not want to be
the heartbreak hotel
drifting clouds descend
a quiet lonesome city
empty brick boxes
running up and down
and hiding from fat cat joe
leadfoot lizzy lulls
echoes from geckos
revivals, southern bibles
overgrown tombstones
high-speed internet
for wandering satellites
refuge from the road
the old windmill spins
as howling westwinds rush by
an empty porch chair