There is a small morsel of fruit hanging in the air,
it takes stock of its surroundings, sniffs the morning dew
can time retain this viscosity forever?
i hope so.
We laugh --------------- or rather both laugh together
Solid-state time can only sublime
there are SO many grapes in this world
yet here sits he while away plays she
off on a spring-bird fancy
......something has broken down here
this poem is in - con gruous
but something must happen
or nothing at all
or surely come down
will cradle and all
i have you, and me you have, you
or so it goes
but thankful i am for heaves and hos
and space between toes
even if loving beans act without thinking.