I will forgive the cashew stains,
The caked mud on your dress,
but your tangled hair speaks
a lot about your working class mother.
~ chibu
Walking a dragonfly home, my lost dream a tin can last bus - waving at a receding egret
Alone on the pavement, chewing kpomo, rocking her ragdoll. Migrating storks painted deep into a stone wall. Evening blues two herons suck the sun in a pond.
Adjusting to dawn, A flamingo unfolds its neck. Sea breeze teazing lilacs the angelus. He wached a yellow jacaranda pluck fire from the sun.