art rain

wet-leaved-trees, gold and dropping; a squishy wet coon all pink in the center of the road, a soggy kitty lying in the rain, a wet chocolate lab amblets alongside flooded oak savannah, bird-dog
Blue faded industrial buildings where he used to work, right there is where in the cool air they broke and spoke of poetry...bright fires glowing and sparking in the night.
Janice sews our curtains. Tell David about the witch.
circuitcity woolybear all squished--what were you doing there?!
Red potato rolling across the floor.
sweet light crude---a most beauteous phrase of my times, say it over and over. and overMissing large beds, nuturing vegetable growth and entering pies in apple festivals...