Sunday. Dec 20. UptOP, big rEd. Again.
_______
Just a quick one. Too cold to retrieve book. Preoccupied with the chatter upstairs... I typed in my phone. Documentation. Saved as a draft.
_______
Frozen in between the sheaths. The planks. Chinese stars. Barriers. Blue and true. Sky. Endless. We see the same. Hilly view of spikes. Tops and trains. Where I am. Where I want. In the middle of green bumps. Sunshine swirl.
Riverside.
A morning dream.
Blackbird perched. Flies away. Through a hoop... I wonder if it has the same meaning as me jumping.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment