a poetic passing
daily interactions stirred with dramatic doses.
social seasons in the clouds
of cotton candy truths
and sky high illusions.
secretly savoring for the storm.
the moment of raw truth.
unfiltered and unpredictable consequences.
It was supposed to punish you.
the rust and the rot.
but rather, the sour tasted bitter sweet.
a un-forecasted freedom for flight.
a gust of wind.
a blurry sight.
the blinking to see it just right.
a sky promising shapes to dream
but your chosen flowing locks
gives you a strand in the eye.
and a loss to try.
flying away with the days light.
L o c a t i o n
Village of West Greenville
46 Lois Avenue