what just comes out
Rising as though something. Put together. In the presence of your something or other too.
Bees play c. For tomatoes. Not for information. There is a distinction. When clouds and light and the supposed sky at 6 o’clock make the city look vulnerable sublime. The flower is your mind.
Here’s to a quiet manifesto that is not a manifesto — it’s a simple sentence. The meaning may change like the weather tomorrow. And it really doesn’t matter. And it doesn’t have to matter. Let’s hope so, anyway.