stale urine leaf light a baroque quintet from conspicuous speakers at 7/11. shucked feet plucked feathers an internal dialogue between delineations of haunt vs haunted. rusty sclera immutable gravel -
in the shade hands wait for their counterparts until the glorious solaris twists through shuttered blinds
I'd like to think that somewhere, rain is falling on your leaves & that somewhere you are happy.
