somehow I didn’t post these each day but here you go:
the sky lays puddled
in gradient range of blues
splashes of grey foam.
I took art in school
the lumpy clay things we made
and took home to mom.
i’m on vacation
and each day I wonder why
i’m on vacation
my hands commit the squares
placing each to where each fits
’til the whole is formed.
The ground by the birch
grabbed my shoe today and held:
mud season is here.
