with the storm passed on her side the dog the
drone of the fan and what else may stroll through
this thickness what can save bruised fruit and/or
we should wrap this up before we all give
up again but let me start again it
all just went so far no matter how I
tried part of me still longed to name a new
kind of apple the ragamuffin the
sesquipedalian splendor but I
can’t go back to that store anymore though
hope one day a corner of a part of
the mystery may but look the slow blue
of one of my favorite skies I feel
so attracted to the clouds, those edges
other animals 