When the prose will flow
When the prose will flow
You must flow as the prose do
Sunday afternoon
Home
an epiphany
an epiphany
a deep dark pit of dispair
entering once more
fresh squeezed orange juice
fresh squeezed orange juice
a simple morning delight
double shot chaser
waiting for costco
waiting for costco
buy all the things we don't have
just a little more
early bird and worm
early bird and worm
the rush and arrive too soon
a quiet morning
the day starts out dark
the day starts out dark
with some stumbling around
watching the sunrise
a crackle of leaves
a crackle of leaves
heard from the night filled shadows
pouncing monster dog
that mask is broken
that mask is broken
scattered pieces strewn about
who will show up next
a drifting of time
a drifting of time
playing with the illusion
missing awareness
a discovery
a discovery
to watch and feel the movement
emotion in dance