sun so giving and
sweet on morning pavement
it could bring tears to your
tired morning eyes if you let it
but this is all
too much
second nature for you now--
this hard concrete,
these backlanes like nerves and
this gasoline blood,
hydro tower becomes the blue sky and
Dark Dog, on his leash
sniffs the cool yellow air, expectant and excited--
he doesn't know any better--
to him this is all still
so new,
to him it's all still so bright and
young,
every second
alive
and pregnant,
with
its own possibilities.
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Disjunctive!
I wasn't expecting certain things, that was nice.
Oh Dark Dog, awaiting life's gestating opportunities. Through the smog no less. bark, bark, bark.
Again, easy to visualize, draw it, draw it, draw it.
I love your work wolfie baby. It has aaspects of narrative that gives me purpose.
disjunctive, yep. it's only been through one edit, so part of that may vanish in time, who knows.
draw it, hells yeah.
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