Night In Boston

Two suns came shining in through the window, one burning as bright as the next.
Two suns to light the way but still the shadows remained.

I need toast cooked in the oven, marmalade spread thin across its half burnt face.
A harmonica will be my salvation, my savior, my kingdom come.


Blogger Erin Wilson said...

This is beautiful.

7:21 PM  

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