April 30, 2014 ‘just let me change into something less visible’ Leave a comment he walked whistling by the graveyard but only because the gate was locked the security guard was in his line of sight and he was wearing a shirt and tie (and they – shirts and ties – have no love of climbing wrought iron) Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related Posted by abirdonawire. Tagged: cemetery, dogwood, I AIN’T SCARED, oakwood, poem, proesetry, prose, walk, walking, yo dogwood you hold the door for me
