Things change
We shift
Rotate, readjust
Open up.
The streets are heavy
With the ripe, green bloom
Cascading around us,
Reaching off of sidewalks
And dangling over powerlines
Love laughing in cords
Of green tangled vines.
May 19
poetry, adventures, messiness
Things change
We shift
Rotate, readjust
Open up.
The streets are heavy
With the ripe, green bloom
Cascading around us,
Reaching off of sidewalks
And dangling over powerlines
Love laughing in cords
Of green tangled vines.
Too Far From the Sun 