An empty road
The pattern of the cross-walk
The shape of a goose's webbed feet
The color of the stop light..
The slow birth...
crowning of the daffodils
The tender tulip tips
Peeking from underneath
the overbearing blanker of mulch
The questions squirrels are asking
about me
and the answers that defy human logic...
Holes for the intended fence
chuncks of earth ripped from their place
in this world
Thoughtlessly tied up pup
bound by a rule-less society
Weathered Morning Fresh Dairy Delivery Boxes
(I would love milk delivered to my door...
I didn't even think there was still milk men)
Trees pleasantly plagued with swollen buds
Weathered wood surrounding these ticky tack homes
ages speckled paint jobs
of rustic orange
coold air on a sun drenched mid morning
afternoon
Perfect
for a detailing walk
for my head.
Reason for writing:
We are all missing so many things in our life...you only see what you're looking for. You look for pain, and misery and dispair...that's all you'll see.
Birth sign: Gemini
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