paint chips or chipped paint

chunky headphones curve over me like earmuffs. i feel cool wearing them as i strut down sidewalk squares.

i’m just earthen pottery, really.

the Cool One spoke, named, and upholds stars.


a potted plant contrasts a pool of cement
a flamingo pecks at tin cans in a monochromatic dump
a patch of blue sky and cottonball clouds peak through coughing smog
:glimpses of beauty in dirt

Jesus– bountiful supplier of life things like oxygen and hope– offers love, a free gift.


what is ocean’s measure

under boundaries of sky

how do clouds glide

where do minds

dance to

at night?

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annabethlouise

Fiercely loved by Heavenly Father. Word painter. Berry eater. Dancer. Your friend.

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