11/23/24
The sun sets the sky on fire with orange juice.
Black and blue make way for cotton candy (pink).
Birds yell swear words at each other.
Like I know what they’re saying.
It’s cold and crisp.
In central Florida – imagine that!
My dog on high interest.
We’re not thinking money this early.
World’s been blazing awhile, now.
No sense in fixation.
What else is that stupid phone gonna give me?
As Sol crests the apartments, my sunglasses frame lights up, giving my vision a ring of warm light.
Somebody’s air conditioning knocks on, giving the birds calling a drone.
-Aric B.
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