Slumming with a mind full of wet thoughts.
Busy without being productive, I fail to add to the world.
Little things need.
Little challenges poke.
Edgy bones.
Sharp skin.
Scratchy love.
There are other views.
Other eyes.
I won’t jump.
At least I don’t think so.
But it is sort of nice to smile and see it work.
As we all pick our paths, we see.
That there is someone else in front of me.
Even the road less traveled has squeegee kids.
Man the ramparts.
Blow the horns.
