I have never seen such a blue sky on the rooftop after a long shower outside Drinking hot chamomile tea
I am happy In a new top the color of the trees that surround the cottage I pity any being who isn't me at this very moment
Though hold on... My chamomile tea has been polluted with vinegar I try to accept the new taste find pleasure in it but the vinegar comes back to snap the back of my tongue
This moment has been altered and the neighbors don't know how to use their quiet voices my phone is dying and I spent the majority of my time up here trying to get the perfect picture for Instagram
See the Critical Juncture for an extension of this poem.