Monday, April 28, 2014

August Nights

           
                                                  ... sneaking out a window where the horses wait 

                                                                                                           ... bridles jingling in dark grass

                            ... blue moon on a dirt road 

                                                          ... the slow ache of an August night




Photograph by Josef Bartuska  (1898-1963)
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5 comments:

  1. Geo.April 28, 2014 at 7:53 PM

    Now THERE'S adventure!

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  2. AnonymousApril 28, 2014 at 11:45 PM

    Tantalizing story in just a few words!

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  3. WildBillApril 29, 2014 at 2:58 PM

    Rich words. Such a wonderful passage. So descriptive that I feel as if I'm there. Full of hope, mystery, and fantasy. Thanks!

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