they make us feel gratitude,forbearance,belonging.

the tale of two scrappy city trees.

still to be told.

coppernicus circles the talking trees.

the quality of humility is like a secret purse empty with soft lining.

the random function doesn't do what i tell it to do.

we're growing older in a concrete dump at the edge of a deathly poured concrete bunker which advances toward us in theory, but can you imagine not being here together?

no, ha, no, i'd be a standing skeleton to be left alone with you.

                  

i'm proud of us.  i mean, what else could we do.

 yeah.   that's why i'm proud.

random arrangement by virtue of collapsing space.

if i get use to this will it be over?

little fellow traveler

i ma land on your head

i've seen cages but i've not been inside

i have news

more birds are coming

today i am going flying, flower to flower, until i am so full with pollen i must take a nice nap, then perhaps, i will fly again, light again.