sometimes you have to look for reds
Saturday, February 26
sometimes life is grey
as we whittle away the hours
until something clear comes
in the summer morning dew
i'll wait against the faded yellow parking
stripes
across the way, the waves change from slow maneuvering things
to fast glistening reflections of light
if we are far away
we can choose
favorites
cocoa, I taste, rising against me
as we whittle away the hours
until something clear comes
in the summer morning dew
i'll wait against the faded yellow parking
stripes
across the way, the waves change from slow maneuvering things
to fast glistening reflections of light
if we are far away
we can choose
favorites
cocoa, I taste, rising against me
