The Ern of Life

Blue skies are callin'

A few last times I saw people: Your back was turned; your shirt said ‘Rain’ on it with the metallic letters, gray; you were talking to your friends and eating brunch You had two suitcases in tow; security was to your left, your South-bound plane to your right You were shrugging off your backpack and stepping into the hallway, book in hand; nary a backward glance You were a hand, waving, from the taxi window You unfolded your newspaper, the consummate nonchalant armchair philosopher

A few last times I saw people:

  • Your back was turned; your shirt said ‘Rain’ on it with the metallic letters, gray; you were talking to your friends and eating brunch
  • You had two suitcases in tow; security was to your left, your South-bound plane to your right
  • You were shrugging off your backpack and stepping into the hallway, book in hand; nary a backward glance
  • You were a hand, waving, from the taxi window
  • You unfolded your newspaper, the consummate nonchalant armchair philosopher
3 months ago 3 notes
Tagged with:  #a list
  1. gunmetalskies reblogged this from theernoflife and added:
    strand of hair casting crystalline castles against...chromatic sky. The gentle pull of...
  2. theernoflife posted this