What if, you are not the potter 


i am not your clay?

what if ,

we could just roll around in marigolds

and laugh

at how the sun bounces off each other’s eyelashes,

clap our hands over our own mouths

feel God’s breath rush through us 

like seashells outside a cottage where the  little glass beads chime

do you think the flowers will sing with us 




      • Oh how cool is that! I’d love to see the tree! I was just looking at how the sun was reflecting on some leaves and wondering how the coke can that I left on the table got into the middle of the yard, which animal took it there. I need to not leave my door open. One day I will have a fox in my face. I’m glad seeing the tree made you think of me

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