I just mixed the wax with the flower
Blue sandias
Grey clouds
Hour of power
Smoke clouds
Tears dry just for now
Parked a lot
in a parking lot
Shrouded by myself
Clouded by myself
Rain
I’m releasing everything
And giving it all to the wind
spectator expectations to the hurricanes
Whatever blows my way
I will grasp it with both hands
Done making spectacles of things I know I cannot change
Aug 8,2024
8:48p

















