the bruised horizon.
the old man stumbles upright.
messy yellow hair.
Archives for April 2014
blow the fears down
the many troubles.
wispy spooks without much weight.
like the pigs’ houses.
groggy machine
skin is paper thin.
the levers rusted and dim.
cogs in the machine.
careful farmer
the heart can blossom.
from black filled hate or white love.
sow seeds carefully.
the bees knees
all human culture
relies on yellow and black.
busy little bees.
this moment
find that simple place.
where the long days hug warmly.
life lived in moment.