Through windows above green turf and dollhouses,
snowlines recede higher.
From brown to blossoms, yellows unfold, daring not to cease fire.
Upside down moons, barefeet catching the flu of seasons crime.
Thawing voices of unseen birds, it's my ongoing fascination of time.
Pink socks plummeting fall, uncovered by fading rocks.
Giving morning mind sets to the repulsion of ticking clocks.
Heat waves on broken toe nails, blue skies on splintering lenses,
making chocolate handshake betts, on weeklong rival cleanses.
Pavement soaks up heat, rock sponges of a road.
Tree stumps realization, reliving no moment abroad.
Feeling of absolute liberation, souls kept in leaves of crow feathers.
Reading out loud to no one, as the season gathers its tethers.
Corners tilting downward, bends of cabinet door knobs.
Holding wind through my fingers, catching oceans in a blob.
How plants appose gravity, it's waters only fall.
You see things in the distance, only strong knows how to crawl.
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