Observations
force them into small poems
start a secret blog
Driving hills at night
headlights reveal the landscape
suddenly a yacht
they grow to form coarse grey trunks
that can become shields
The world spins backward
we’re living in tomorrow
— antipodeans
colliding with emotions
— crying in the car
Hot winds are revealed
playing on a busy road
— blossom drift patterns
Watch a green comet
tail torn off by solar wind
Icarus falling