The drops of late night rain gleaming on the dadilion
The geometric shapes of light cast from the window onto the floor, one circle, warmer more yellow, one rectangle. Both are stripped from the window bars
The riotous burst of the blooming tulips, and impossible orange red. Inside, the pollen crouches like a lion
the faint miasma of rot rising from the kitchen sink drain.
The sudden wave of peace upon looking up at James Turrel's Space that Sees. A soft rectangle of blue. Then a cloud drifting. a bird flies across. At the edge, just where the sky meets the warm yellow edge of the framing open roof, a bright green line appears and disappears, winking in and out of exsitence
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