bus, that is;
she walks through
the wind of people thoughts;
loneliness inside her.
CKS

excerpt from down by the greyhound

self-portrait
memoir
inside look
outside observation


She, being I, walked down by the Greyhound bus station in Dallas.  A teenager.  My boyfriend; introduced me to her delicate beauty.  The nearby McDonald’s still somehow fondly invades my memories.  Millions of people served it said; indeed, what a statement in context with location.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower


down by the greyhound, 8
down by the greyhound, 8″ x 7″, ink, graphite, charcoal, thread, paper, ©CKS, 2002-09
Posted by:Connie Karleta Sales

artist, poet, educator, public speaker and thriver! Smiles and unpaved roads are the way I roll :D