whispering, poetry, prose, poems, steven humphreys, writer, author

I said Whispering to myself In my crowded Valley town Get the hell out of here right now! Immerse yourself In a meadow breeze of lingering doubt Smelling so green and grassy enough to shout Around three in the afternoon Trees swaying creaking side to side grasses becoming tall ocean waves on each side of me crashing together pushing … Continue reading Whispering