Furniture in the roadside
lost in the moving
a moving loss
too big to toss-
just left behind
a place to unwind
on the roadside
Couch on the curve
off white and off kilter
a place to stop and watch
the sunset
creeping down the road
Stories untold
as night begins to unfold
stretch out to a bed
as tail lights turn red
and the journey starts anew
Living room suite
tunes tossed to the wind
as chairs once comfort
now become no one's friend
We work in the Dark; we give what we have. Our Doubt is our passion- our passion is our task, and the rest is the madness of art. -Henry James
