like black pen on granite

I flipped my shawl over my forearm
and it was excitement towards the day
like dog meeting me at the door
yes a hinge to ditchside not just one deep breath
and I see sunflowers eyelevel with clouds at dusk
according to step and panorama
by a rabbit's tail having legs in front
actively but we thrive more than by running
human we walk with God even patience pats
nervousness vents more than anxiety trail
as diet for timing in garden;
stirred attempt of stomach, how it wasn't just indulgence when cucumber skin
was practically lossened not peeled when immersed to be measured
outside among spider 7 legged strong until stopped on my dress vulnerably
to look like a lubber grasshopper in body:
I get stared at with chemical sensitivity, tenaciousness doesn't need to be ten

of mine, grown chick flew by hand posponing putting it on perch
but I can't just sit on my porch to focus of scare
opposite paradise contemplation made a staple not by me;
bright light of twilight and a new brainwave
I can't think of colors now
but a winged one has me do it by another sensory
and so story in many ways
I give my profile in full
to sun not distracted in evening
yet to sing without nonsense in field
but cardiac vocabulary
checked not in dictionary currently
rather ripple dipped breath
hips move now that lungs have
raise hands glad for bird
however it also feels good
ah know you can nest towards a bed with five stars of pneumatic mattress personally
for corn etcetera with serious heart humbling preparation peeps