an ageless microcosm
rife with nothings
that pathetic blade of grass
structured intuitively through
lonely night triggered
vast golden memories
falling into thick folds
that disintegrate with a crackle
and shimmer rains
6
rain drops on slick blue tarps
run silent shimmering
sun like gold memory
cardboard box on asphalt
dried and soaked by weather
weather fake idea
timeless radiant bear
breathing from far away
breathe inward endlessly
see how good that can feel
