For some time I thought there was time
and that there would always be time
for what I had a mind to do
A Box of Records – James Haug
Someone placed a box of records by the curb because it was hoped that someone would want to take them away. They’re records no one wants but maybe someone will want them.
San Sebastian – Spencer Reece
Still singing in my cell
of succulents, staked by a man
who fled. Nothing personal.