Out of the shelter. The threat reduced.
Cautionary screem of tangerine mellowed to an earthy ochre. Out the front door and all around life springs.
Daffodil. Not in flower. As yet. Soon.
Sunny. Breath deep. Fill my self with freshness.
I spys with my eyes. Out front. On the bike route. A guy. On a thing. A bike. A shopping cart. A wheel chair. Some way. Some how. Smashed or woven together as one. One machine. A machine so odd. It made my eyes rattle.
You know though.
It made me think about the good in man.
What do you like to see first thing?
Cautionary screem of tangerine mellowed to an earthy ochre. Out the front door and all around life springs.
Daffodil. Not in flower. As yet. Soon.
Sunny. Breath deep. Fill my self with freshness.
I spys with my eyes. Out front. On the bike route. A guy. On a thing. A bike. A shopping cart. A wheel chair. Some way. Some how. Smashed or woven together as one. One machine. A machine so odd. It made my eyes rattle.
You know though.
It made me think about the good in man.
What do you like to see first thing?
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mrzablowdowski:
in the words of Locutus of Borg... "sleep"
incest:
rainbows..