Catch
That Mother Nature
is maker of no mistakes
that we are not “oops children”
That Mother Nature
is maker of no mistakes
that we are not “oops children”
lately
my mind is a dreamy soup
Yours, polished rosin.
I stand grey as a doorway
When life fails, dreams will come up later, like vomit.
It’s always been later – we watch dusk anyway.
She’s graceful near nightfall
At the venue, we caught first sight of love, just not under the strobe lights.