Motley Poetry: Way Back

By Glenn J. M. Bastide The road extended for leagues through thick woods, So quiet, I put a car for every three miles crossed, And on a night like this the very air was scented, Night I say though it couldn’t be dark, not here, We crossed unfinished houses and old ones ruined, Toads crossed our paths below, mosquitoes watching above They dived for me … Continue reading Motley Poetry: Way Back