When Morning Comes – Winter 2012

Published by brandon on January 16th, 2013 in Uncategorized | 1 Comment »

Winter Delta.  Trees, bare, secrets revealed.  Pool halls, warm.  Money burns.  Beers crack, babies nap, two hands grasp at a cold deer rack.  Christmas lights set aglow.  Air is crisp, rhythm slow.  Pecans hauled down a gravel road.  The harvest wounded stand atop their row.

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