Bertie

My friend, he is.

Clean and discreet.

Morning Mechanicals

Up there above me, on the roof.

Doing whatever. (I don't know either.)

Ferry To The Zone

Waiting for me, one morning.

But I kept going the other way.

Blue Eyed Morning

At least that's how I saw it.

Through my one open eye.

Three For The Morning

Which is about as far as I can count then.

Flowers wake earlier, look better. But can't count either.

Intimate Yellows

Right there. Right here.

At the middle of things.

Green Whisperers

Say something to each other.

And maybe to me. I'm not sure.

Saw Leaf

Stand back. You can say you saw it.

Versus vice versa.

Skun Kabbage

I know what you're thinking. Not much.

So just keep staring at the colors until something happens.

Yella

If you are in pane.

Or trapped by the blues.