Memories Remain

I watched the men tearing the walls, moving the dirt, preparing the area for a new project. A homeless man had made his home on this piece of land. He now lay inside, beyond this fence, in the midst of cranes and men with shovels, waiting to be removed. His belonging had already been relocated; it was only a matter of time until someone did their job in removing him.

London Calling

These are just passing words,
Not timeless thoughts;
These are merely glances,
Not a passionate stare;
But if you should find yourself dreaming,
You know you are there....

XORROX

Travels