Brown dead heads hide behind the brilliant yellows that stand out like a curtain call
Lonesomely alone again in the flower box bearing the rays of the day
Courtesy calls quickly calculated to excuse one's self from work today, "You see I don't want you getting sick. You're welcome actually."
While later long showers are taken and coffee drank in excess and breakfast eaten with the newspaper read
But there's no news I want to know of
Not today
Royal purple undertones brighten the day, the majestic early morning day after a short fungal conversation
While I drink my coffee and lonesome mothers converse in the background
The sexy bicyclist turns me on with her outfit and independence from fossil fuels
Where She HAS to be, I don't know but it's probably not too pressing
Golden Golden Golden is the moment removed from others
The World is not an object but many put together
That is why the World is broken when Her children are orphaned and shoeless and starving in the streets of societal expectations
Do not go forth
But BE where you are
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