2/18/2015

I can taste you in the air now,
even though last lazy excuse
for you is long dead.

The rainy days seem to me a
small price to pay and I've
noticed in brilliant sun tundra winds

The potted lilies have started to grow again. I saw three leaves on a stem and
the sun seems to stay for tea.

In my newfound journalistic ventures in efforts to further understand my self, of course and the

Wiley depravities of people i think I now see that in the coldest winters
the brilliant sun alone was enough.