1553 – 1571 San Lucas Road the red curb dips the fire hydrant leans I always walk on the other side of the street in my head that’s a sinkhole in training and I don’t want to be there when it graduates !

no signs like leaves bending a funny flight of sparrows or me ending my nail biting this one won’t be predicted emotions can grow like hurricanes it will be my life’s epic storm the release won’t be spotted the way I look out back, check the pool for bouncing droplets today’s weather, a dark damp sponge, reminded me that someday, it will be squeezed and liberated I can sense it approaching the horizon building for a whole lifetime inside me there is a cloud I stoppe

but you can procure adoration loyalty companionship even something like godliness for free get a dog or two