Everybody Be Cool, This Is A Robbery! “No one, not even a Nobel Peace Prize laureate, can-for no apparent reason-pistol-whip a patron sitting at a restaurant’s counter and then pour a carafe of piping hot coffee onto his face.”
I’m Barefoot on Your Path flower (unseen) in the cracks of concrete (yourheart)a flower un-bidden burstsdefiant in its silencea whisper of hope against thegray weight oflife’s relentless (crush)it standsfragileyet (unbroken) beauty insists.