Take your coffee
however you like, with or without garnish
or better yet, take tea.
Don’t ask impossible shapes of clouds.
The whole allure of watching
was born in me when I was young, always new to a place; I could see more clearly
detached and through a camera lens.
I wore layers of green today
and I think it was a bid
for dressing for the job I want.
I want to sink into the forest floor.
The woman in the book wore green
and she was beautiful with perfect eyes
like the sea. Mine are mossy at best
and I look like a ragamuffin in mixed layers.
Experiencing the rain at night
when you can’t see or hear or feel clearly
is a gift of perception which is ironic
as senses are taken away to receive it.
The Word Rummager 
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