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morning of 6/18

"by now you should be more aware of the power of multiple senses to make an experience more real and engaging." maybe i'm doing it wrong, then. or maybe not. my senses definitely draw me in. i think i have to break through the damage of introspective writing.

5 minutes

umbrella

shelter me from the sky falling
in giant gulps
the smell of wet pavement
in the rhythm of rain on the road
a rainbow blossoms overhead
i stand beneath the canopy
solitary statue
the sky a mi(time)

10 minutes

hair

i am a creature of vanity
preening and sculpting
great beauty in the glass
a man stands looking back
monkey see monkey do
all alone at the zoo
hanging from the vine
my reflection and i
intertwined
it grows like grass
long and unkempt
against city ordinance
heavy when wet
i push against the grain
another board butchered
it splinters to the touch
more scrap for the fire
burning in a field of wheat
smokestacks billow and fade
clouds disappearing after rain
fingers parting between strands
thick rows of corn growing wild
in the pattern of crop circles
messages from above
the silent sounds of interstellar dialogue
an echo through space and time
random signals in the vacuum of meaning

90 seconds

feather

flotsam of the breeze
the armor of pigeons
the stuff of pillows
they move like dreams on the wind
awaken and they drif away
ebbing with the tide at bay
driftwood on the wind

i feel better about my ninety second trip this morning. now if you'll excuse me. i'm going to work. and i have counseling this morning.

*****

i didnt do any this afternoon. i came home and took a long nap. today i relaxed. and i'm okay with that.