thoughts flow
gently blow and breezy
cat whiskers in the darkened picture
dilate, see yourself clearly
note the cataract*
cups and saucers crashing
no turning ’round from here

**i was told never title work as “untitled”. racing to and fro, running errands, feeling bold, throwing advice out the window, i dare to look the master in the eye, turn the other cheek and walk away. just some thoughts as i am out and about.