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