The natural temperament of my
sneakers today, is a slow and steady pace. Terracing down towards the river,
sun organically falling from the ceiling, I bath in the rays. Birds with
elephant ears grab hold of my whispers, as chosen secrets spill in silent
confession. Whispers left hanging
in the trees.
Sneakers.... laces...left abandoned....
In the science of survival, I run
through the many realities of life. Trajectory pushes my feet forward; the sun
warms my temperament, Spanish moss hanging like hair in the morning air
surrounds my skin, chimes swaying in the breeze jangle at every corner.
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