Collages and kaleidoscope. Yeah? Reset day.
Where is your passport. It is not a question.
Over used lately much chain quest bright lit
honey bee honey bear cooing sweater swim?
GET THE FUCK OFF ME.
Believing in the pebbles and stones and polished ones,
the ones that are good for skipping across the river
little waves like cigar boats running nothing but days for
hours and hours for seconds, brilliant, sneakers gone to sea.
It is not difficult. Schools of minnows course around toes.
Get the fuck up off of me.
It is not difficult to watch the waves lap
across the tans and browned out pinks
of river rocks, toes gripping them
and releasing, only to be
held in hand & whipped away.
I may not have kissed you today,
fear not. It was only because I did not think
I would miss your taste,
breathing in Allegheny on the wind &
pleading with another sunset. Closing in.
