mostly i contribute on this site with comment graffitti..if that can be considered a contribution.... and here I add the worst of all sins...my own creative writing as produced minutes ago.... it would be an even greater sin to save and edit or rework... so this amounts to emotional graffitti i guess.
A perfect life
contains
the smell of soil and rain
wet wood and animal hair
a cold metal gate latch
that resists locking
hair eyes and mouth
moist with the world
with a final tug
and final look out there
into a world with rolling gray breath
dissolving land and life
the latch sets and the gate is secure
last light and silence accompanied
with crunching stones
on the path to the house
through the screen door
voices float on top of the over warm air
the chorus of home