just notice
outside: cold spring night. roses: pink, white. sounds: sneezes, streetlight. pants: just right.
outside: cold spring night. roses: pink, white. sounds: sneezes, streetlight. pants: just right.
listening to the current political discourse brings my thinking mind to a halt. it may indeed be wise to learn to be happy living under a bridge.
he chewed and swallowed a clove of fresh raw garlic. i ask him “was it spicy?†“no.†i humbly accept his offering: the last few slices of home-pickled watermelon radish.
days lengthen. sleep comes late. child abed, work begins. light backpack of youth buried in the closet.
straightforward and direct, i’m only as destructive as you are. we run on the same fuel. efficiency for its own sake isn’t our way. our dance will nourish or break you, depending on your manner.