Day 2109, from my window 7. Day's pictures Another year is almost over, and the funny thing is, you don’t have to do anything for it; it’s a straight line no matter what happened on the sides of that road.
Day 1804, straight down. Daily picture, Poetry I am easy with my leftover thoughts ~ they go straight down the drain ~ some make compost out of it they say it is good fertilizer ~ I think it leaves a bad aftertaste when you eat the new harvest
Day 1663, spilled. Day's pictures, Poetry From the clothespins that are left I can see where you had your thought hanging to dry ~ I hope the blood stains came out
Day 1634, tiny. Day's pictures, Poetry It crawled into me between my grey and my hat ~ a tiny thought that I quickly flicked away
Day 1524, out of sight. History, Poetry Some of my lines of thought seem to hover in my mid air ~ but maybe I am just the middleman
Day 1481, crossing in tension. Day's pictures, Poetry There are these million of lines criss crossing in the empty space where my thoughts my mind lies calmly on this tension
Day 1424, reflection Day's pictures, Poetry Looming from the shadows ~ a reflection behind bars ~ seeks day light
Day 1423, their own. Day's pictures, Poetry A lucent winter reflects on the morning sun ~ the road ahead empty but I don’t slow down ~ my thoughts go their own way
Day 1338, sea. Day's pictures, Poetry Standing still on a beach only breadth is reflecting in your mind
Day 1320, animals. Day's pictures, Poetry An animals stare leaves no words behind but makes us wonder why
Day 1319, out to dry. Day's pictures, Poetry I had this thought once the ink was still wet when I hung it outside to dry but the wind changed and it flew away
Day 1316, holes. Day's pictures, Poetry It looks like there are perfect holes in our logic ~ you can if you want measure where they are
Day 1297, thoughts. Day's pictures, Poetry Its the dirt road at my house in the morning that I drive on ~ where they stare at me each day ~ if I stop to look closer they run cowardly ~ like sheep
Day 1294, inside or out. Day's pictures, Poetry It is hard to see if these reflections are from where I stand or if they are real