Tag: native
Stickmen For The Mausoleum
1. Saguaro The refracted sunlight cut me in half. Unexpected, given the way, the Lord teased with dreams of freedom. Instead, handing over concrete, and busted Seagram’s bottles. We never knew its warmth was meant for us. I didn’t know the sun could arch that high, and peer down so lovingly. Until we drove southeast. ...