Yellow tinted life like twilight
cherry picking in spring air
bushes of blueberries reflected hues of blues that rang in my ear from broken records and dead musicians that flew and topped this wooden pier that i’d love to meet outside of here and call home
the skyline has my left hand in its hands
i have the entire sun grasped in my right
and i want to keep living here,
writing life away
outside of words
i know a place like that exists