All I know about these things is less is more. Subject, verb, then object if any. Stop. Have a breath. Must remember to breathe. Use few. Few as possible. Flammable. The more you know the less you use. Careful with kindling. Do not ignite. Less flammable out There when they …
…Did I say space? Because I meant…
Love,
PSL
Dear Ms. Rice,
The honeybees are here now giving
the clover a working over,
We could write poetry about pie
all night long at the diner
I love the things that come spilling in
over the booth with the coffee
and the cake at the diner.
You’re getting there, Vessel
Give until you have nothing
But space to receive
I don’t know what thinkers do
but if nebulae were cubes
I’d be a physicist I think
Go to that door, Little Leaf.
Time. Time. Only a little. Only my share. I respect time so much more than they do out there. Out there Time is such a poorly executed concept.
We shall remember the deepening lake and its take on the unbreakable sky
