And while I knew well it would not be a dream / I expected a little less grinding of gears.
“I’m old enough; I know it all,” she stated; “Not numbers, books, but ways of love and living.”
scintillating sparkles in oceans of inky blackness
If I ran the zoo (hey, you know what? I do!)
hazard the hopeful exhalation.
I keep moving my arms away, but those ossified weights just keep pulling her under.
progeny / feeling the pressure
wrens laid eggs
/ in the coop.
complex chromaticity compels me