in this paper town
with girls in gowns
resembling paper dolls
before fall comes down.
It's been a summer...
I feel blessed to have seen one more
I don't fear the resent I have anymore.
accepted,dismissed & with a bored eye to "news" stories
the warnings...that is more so how they word the world
Its warming up
so ominous and on every front & fact
so much beauty I barely keep my brain intact
but my heart does most of the talking /
as I look obscurely into the night
a beating thought so freeing
as if feeling had suddenly
become an act of being
rather than a way of seeing...scattered paint as thought