1.12.2013

pescadero

pescadero


most of my will ran free
though tolling my mind
places and people to see
bodies were always around

880. 92. 101. 280. 1

a breath to myself
somewhere between city limits
sun long since disappeared
golden moonlight up
over black hills to the left

white crumbles delineating shore
where otherwise invisible

for a moment to not have a
destination
just overall an direction