Suspended


Sleep becomes Misfortune.

Now I lay here smiling about imagined future events. Long awaited happy days. I mean real, dream-fulfilling situations.

"This is exactly where I am supposed to be," I wake up thinking aloud in this bursting spring orchard. It's better than fireworks. Beauty that massages the scum of winter out of my brain.

Wind, sprinting over the quivering grass, pick up a petal then pick me up along with these infinitesimal specks!

Spring, precisely flowering in mysterious spirals, I want you!

$1,000 on the bridge card. Yes. I can the buy grapefruits and lemons I hope to grow one day.



It feels so good to emerge, momentarily if at all, from learning's smokey stew.

0 comments: