It became quite apparent After Flipping through pages haphazardly Moist fingertips blurry More flipping & Realizing What I'm after isn't in stores Can't be special ordered & Quite frankly Doesn't exist If the object of Pursuit Is to obtain Desire builds a printer for the task
It's somewhat spring like, Tending to the garden bed, turning overLast seasons dirt with bare hand and trowelRemembering the difference between lettuce and That-which-does-not-belong(I don't have names for them yet) Under fading sunlight the landscape has changed, leaving behind discarded remnants of invasive species
It was an hour ago Yellow ball of light Heading towards the night Stopped by for a short while Before heading for the hills.
I remember this feeling the slight pressure on the chest holding back excitement the hopes of a good outcome It's with me now Jostling slightly inside A low-hum vibration increasing in frequency (that's the impatience talking) Something beyond the perception Augmenting reality like color on tubular screen waiving hands around in an empty room
Two hundred are here, Or there or out yonder yet; Do a happy dance.