Old water on glass


Glass is etched with old water dream drops 

flicked 

intermitttently off 

an ill-eloquent 

sun…

a she ostrich

me-ostrich burial ground 

of “stuff”

that just didn’t happen…

Ego and Id wandering through several little universes

of my old making…

irreverential flip flop 

spots

flicking 

leftover arrows 

 through inconsequential, non-referential 

sequential-ly past tense over due

falter me 

ox eye hoops…

(But parentheticals  can grow petals so I hope for new blooms on glass….soon)

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