Wary berry blooms protect their own.
Just because bizarreness manifests does not mean it is unfriendly.
Though sometimes I relish your impatient sounding voice of exposition.
Giggle.
Who ever said it would be easy?
The last bit of seed supplants itself, even unto the blacktop of ass-fault/y/.
. {Hopeful} .
The early days of summer are the dying days of spring.
Seedlings waiting to naught-be
In
Vain
And take true blue
Root-
Ed.
Dead leaves from other tomes fallen and caught by wooden paper and branches
wearing white, kid-gloves.
A lady’s fingers.
Lady-fingers. Fingers hanging down and reaching up.
The gate entering the wetland and off-leash area is lush today.
A coyote trotted before me two days ago. I thought it was a German Shepard.
He grinned from ear to ear.
The heron appeared twice.
Humid and water-heavy.
The colors hang incorrectly correct.
Let your spine chill or feel your own fear.
Impeccability in being over time without attempting but always trying.
Hail.
The crane that reaches after being broken.
Its own feathers have become moss it may molt then eat
Regeneration of self.
If you want to take a tripe trip.
Drink the swill and see the seepage of the col(our)s’
Saturation.
Oil from the trails from shimmering slugs.
Nautical foliage present like rocks that move on accord of their own.
Forest coral corrals.
The summer eyes of the serpent peer in protective ampersand near-maleficent passion.
In through the nose, out through the nose;
In through the nose, out of the mouth;
In through the nose, out through the nose;
In through the mouth, our through mouth;
In through the nose….
Juxtapose and toes.
WrittenCasey 