I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks

Friday, March 26, 2021

Urban poetry




Here's another look at the view in early spring, as color seeps back into the world.

The trees have been whipping back and forth in high winds all day, making the light dance on my walls. I catch myself staring, hypnotized like a cat.

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