traveling through time

  i went forward into the past young men set in a way until they believed it was their way in them is that little skip in their step the swagger no one bothers to tell them they still have one plus one added up to nothing one too many times and the counting stopped…

the plan

if there is a plan someone else has it black ink print on brittle yellow paper telling when the flight will leave and where it will land sooner or later

scissors cut paper

  she used scissors cutting around colour placing each rounded patch onto the table pink near peach and gold yellow by orange and near the purple she placed blue


  sunlight caught in the middle of tiny leaves green flaming butterfly wings on black branches feeling more like a new year than january ever did the last breath of winter carried on the wind i am in no hurry to plant or weed or pay head to watering, sunscreen, or hiding from the heat…