Walk on the roof

Turn pivot,
look skyward,
see the shore,
the city,
the wise old road,
limping off the edge of sight,
to wedge it’s mind smartly,
into a convenient passage of time,
broader than the mind can swallow,
vast vases of flowers dying,
for water, for grass, for trees.
Climb higher to find the air,
up on the roof, I’m there.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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