lift the crossbars? overdone terminals? novelty? workhorse? I don’t mind the x-height. it’s all display type these days anyway. who’s taking the time to read fulltext.
a crow call. some wind chimes. a coming storm.
designer name brand chairs. red neatly folded umbrellas. all cabled together and locked with high tech bicycle chains. perfectly manicured gardens. beautifully sculpted trees. a deserted corporate park on a sunday ... fathers day.
light rain pain prairie grass grain.
they say it’s inappropriate. he says it’s inappropriate. I say it’s inappropriate.
I smell fallen leaves and smoke.
sunset light on a triangle of goose down bellies?
and the is and the ought and the were.
what’s real? not this. do you have the will?