yellow blue

standing tall,
while slouching

hear the reverb

here the verb re-
sembles thoughts
already sought.

horizon shots.

shouts. starts.
stumbles. stout.
don't pout, said
the poet, pour yr
sol txted the
word man on
the cusp,
off the
cuff &
all
that
other
stuff.
signals;
puffs of
smoke and
haze making
the sun seem
somehow more
spectacular
when the
moment
is captured
with lense
electronic-
ally.

on the verge
of having
many multiple
projects take off
and bloom at the
same time - sim-
ul-
tan-
eously
and mir-
aculously
it seems to
be somehow more
than merely a dream;
this scene before me.