Sunlight manner
In the morning
When the light is blue
Coffee is dark and bright
Easing into the afternoon
Sunlight manner
Becomes a full light yellow
As the day becomes more mellow
As the day progresses
And the sun recesses
Sunlight manor turns golden orange
Shadows crawl across empty spaces
Until the darkness
Overcomes
And peace settles
In
The sunlight manner
Waits hours
Then starts again
A treasurer workshop
Counts all the number sevens
Net of the sixes
And adds a few fours
To see where improvements are made
And lost
Subtracted and divided
I attended the retreat
But left with more
Than feelings of
Undecided
The treasures workshops
In case we can’t stop
Miracle man
Wakes up from a slumber
When the timing was unexpected
Restored to life
To go on and create
And move
What makes a man new
With a miracle
Too
Patient representative
Subtle glow
Only make changes happen
When it’s something that they know
Maybe we need impatience
Persistence
To do away with the old
And in with the new
Producers see the light
And see it through
Straying from the oath often
And never too soon
Avocado tone
Smooth and buttery
Upon satisfaction
The center disposed with
Lackluster
Care
In a Whole Foods
In a store in Williamsburg
On my way into town
Smooth tones
In smooth stores
The Zeron train
Comes down the rails
Shaking the ground
The walls of the buildings it passes
It collided with air molecules
Burning its way
At 125
Over the steel clad gates
Of red and white stripes
Under bridges
And through fields
I hear the train rumble from a mile away
And wisp through town
Shaking every building around
Bad back
In the news year
Making the right turns
On the wrong lanes
In our timed lives
We make the best of a new time
Felt moon
On my eyes
As I lie awake and
Swoon
To its light opaque color
Pasting its crispness
Upon me
The moon and its mysteries
Lie beyond me
Lazy rain
On a Monday
New Year’s Eve
Hours away
Bring the fresh start
Without the clouds
Doing their part
Come new year
In due time
Start again
Feeling fine
Chicago CST
Central Standard
I keep on planning
To make my way
To the Windy City
Last the cornfield to the north
Passes
Before the lake approaches
A feeling
Of lost but
Not stolen
Chicago
On my mind
As I head that way
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