light within all living beings by Stefan Perneborg
They used to be yellow and purple and green, but the appropriate color was always red.
Becoming skillful at delicately bundling the handful of stemmed buds inside my pack was surprising at best.
Dropping trails of petals upon public transit metal machines.
“The waiting is the hardest part…” Echos of Tom Petty’s lyrical theme.
Plans A-T didn’t pan out but I have a feeling the next one will. There are plenty of letters, then numbers; these red peddled buds and fish squares are center-ed on the table at a night time meal 4 2.
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