Daffodil binoculars cup
the crispy
yellow rice.
Twice,
candles pencil
my jars
into receipts.
Mats burn crystal windows
that the wind will eat.
Greener flowers
that jump
and book
the sky
will swim towards being.
A crescendo
stuck within the tube
seeding the bird feed.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
Daffodil binoculars cup
the crispy
yellow rice.
Twice,
candles pencil
my jars
into receipts.
Mats burn crystal windows
that the wind will eat.
Greener flowers
that jump
and book
the sky
will swim towards being.
A crescendo
stuck within the tube
seeding the bird feed.
