7 september

weighing on the vegetables like overdead leaves wilted and waiting for the greening to give in - color on the flowers where the sun left its mark - darker than a folder map and taller than a bean stalking the sky for treasure and keeping the changes buried underneath the sea of cream - air and wind and turbulence: it's all in how you look at what's back staring in your face - chasing time and wonderwhat but lift the face to sky