Now, the candid orange
From the rouge lemon
and this; big sky I’m
Left out to hide under
On the fence so it looks
Like so it looks like I
Couldn’t decide. My feet lead slowly dragging
Through the pasture where
We buried to to many
Gentle memories.

Red cardinal, old world
Ferns in the small lower corner
Ears perk up & I see
A place. I fondly think
it doesn’t go anywhere...
… Passing through thicket

Brushing up against
A … ‘ah’ a ‘eh … α eigh — Edge!
‘Ai’ heigh I clamored.
Wide open vista with …‘oo’ blue hue
Sweeping ocean view. Winds come
Sail'n out of those humid chartreuse
Grasses from a pointed funnel  
Leopard bed look'n hostel or not
it is safe a good gap in the tract
I don’t feel lost, safe sign I might
as well keep schmucking
Going out of where I should be.
Scenic edge stopped aisles lie ahead
keep in my tracks followed
only the wind a safe place to be
so odd it felt like the wall of a fish bowl
looking out to the sea.