sleepy and nearer to the floor, it's dusty, twitching eyes and i'll rub them! baseboards, basketball, books, a bike's tires are flat. b is for babies, beets and biscuits in the floor of the cobwebbed closet.

elevated living, kitties missing something, dust, walls, sun, that feeling back then

it feels like fall today because my sweater's sleeves show out the end of my jacket's, a warm cats in the sun and my cold hands. bigger than that, tragedy's at bay, new beginning's a stretch but can be imagined, that spirituall way.