It is positively wild.
A position of wildness.
now you know
where to go when the wind blows
the leaves hearken
well, they take longer to go down,
the sun, sweet sunlight, sundown, sun feathers
because fire smotes smite is smot bon mot
never ruby but o
o O OOOOOOO
a simple orange
this is sundown
in the city
I’m not supposed to like cities
and by the end of this poem, I knew.
love belongs to all
at least once
in a life