up
‘tween bud and
branch,
magic swirls with
wispy hints of abundance
that cloud
these eyes,
drowning
in a deluge
of hope.
and a pigeon poops.
up
‘tween bud and
branch,
magic swirls with
wispy hints of abundance
that cloud
these eyes,
drowning
in a deluge
of hope.
and a pigeon poops.