walking to the corner store,
the sky smelled like peppermint in coffee.
I mean,
nothing.

I'm non-local,
slipping temporally,
slipping.
just speak to me sweet;
there is a bird beating it's wings
against my ribs,
dying to escape.

I watched a male cardinal giving
a female a twig in my driveway.

it's gorgeous,
this moment.

slipping.