poets united first verse. walk in gratitude
blind eyes walk about
stuffed with whitewashed wisdom
gesturing mirrors reflect the noise
the sight of pale mornings echo
footless journey a bed-worn bubble
cool sheets stay the want for warmth
standing in a seated room
a crowd of black crows enlightened
a table set for everyone
water spot invite
one way musical chairs
shifting lights release.
he torn at the turkey once he knew the greasy clear contact touched his hungry fingers.
it’s hard to say sometimes where the words come from. strong images and wordy words tap at the soft breeze floating downward from above. and only the trees can see.
Piece of Pie ala Mode 