some scribbles to praise the decent
of another not day
outside
space green
hour blends into backyard
screaming
sirens the icecream song dizzing birds in collective shadow
swimming blue ones, the oil spills...
why am i practicing peace
looking at peas till they fruit days of
imagination swelter without sweat glands
my direction (you)
implants
the sun in clear blue
but u r
a lost child text-messaging god
voice in a tightrope
stretched cloud far
ther
than
balance can maintain
I need rain,
give me sign to continue.
Silent! gladiolas
function as magic
purple evening yellow pale periwinkle crimson
you are johnny apple,
you scatter skittles on my yeye
seed. plant. roots.
a garden between us
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