Wasp fly overhead wings of…., lines within……
so many drifting minds, day dreaming about
their lives, each hour…. spanning seconds….
special moments, tides, rhythms of lovers
dismissed then reattached reasons that thrive
to keep such ideas inside…. Frames…. disfigured lanes…… broken shores…..creaking doors finding a place to be sane….perpetual motions…… songs of
oceans tides clashing back and from written…dwelling hearts finding time apart to understand choices…part of the plain…adoring parts designed…violets and sunflowers…sensual examinations…..translucently covered….those lips…breaths..
