Published by

K Mark Schofer

A Mid West Summers Night’s Dream 

It is a dirty stinking town
where blue collar dirt settled
into the nape of the neck

Joined by slowly drying
sweat
hoping these moody all too
dark clouds shed
large angry raindrops
on a town crying anyway.

Thunder and lightning
would be a 
Bonus.

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.