traffic marks the point.
the trusty grated nonsense blurring
granted,
we strive and search
without cease
the fires of the engines
flaming with impassioned opinion
virtue falling to second
the babble, a roar
deafening to all who drive
but a quiet exit
with scarcely a note
brings respite
you wait it out
eating your sandwich on the banks of the river
tamarind chew the delicate brush of sweet palate grown in full through sunlight and rain bowing blissfully to the attitudes of natural tendency surrendering without struggle automatic compliance and c
fall the petals of blooming peonies trace reflections of memories of sunlight down to feathering ground the newest nourishment paired with brilliant rays glorious in their expansive warmth to bring fo