Exasperation noises
Temper your ticker rythym to a standard.
At a glance, washed ashore
Eyelids raccooned,
Marooned
On baby's bare brown thighs,
The cutest stomach.

Gray light afternoon peek your weary head through the window scatter piece visible lying like lions,
Forrest green
Forehead besos
Time, progress at a slower rate if you would.
Please and thank you.
I'd impart this final thought ad nauseaum.
And once the rain came
It fixed everything.