As I walk across the asphalt fields
the sun reflects too brightly off chrome
I weave through rows and rows
of motored boxes
lined like corn and beans
as I struggle to rest my eyes
in shade.
the sun reflects too brightly off chrome
I weave through rows and rows
of motored boxes
lined like corn and beans
as I struggle to rest my eyes
in shade.
The sun, the sun
comes at me
worse than traffic!
comes at me
worse than traffic!
I navigate each crop
passing shoppers' silos
to find my Dark-house
where the window blinds save me
from the blazing, blinding light
passing shoppers' silos
to find my Dark-house
where the window blinds save me
from the blazing, blinding light
and I inhale
my paper ambrosia
while I wait
for moon and starlight
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Good stuff.
Flowers Comments
This, my friend is different and nice. One can picture your words. Bless you,,,