a descent into poetry insanity |
| the air turns green with life, thick and strong. green lines the roads kicking up in curlicues and clouds as someone passes, then settling away from their footprints. we track green indoors, shaking it from our hair, dusting it from our boots, breathing it. everywhere. line count: 13 it's spring. everything is blooming. And the pollen is ubiquitous. |