A little color for you guys this Monday morning!
Re-run!
First and foremost: you.
And all that’s else will follow after.
Even if it feels
Like rushing headfirst to disaster.
– s. Clark
She was a soft and sturdy song,
A melody strung out of oak.
She was a strong and silent sad,
The kind that cracked but never broke.
– s. Clark
Her fragile beauty drew him in,
And not a piece of him was spared
For she was whiskey in a teacup,
And his heart was unprepared.
– s. Clark
Poetry by Shigé Clark 