1320.

Sometimes I wish words
could be manifest as their
meanings. Vowel salve.

1319.

The days stretching out
as if reaching for that sun.
A constant longing.

1318.

The sun set in your
eyes tonight. Shining back that
light out. Luminous.

1317.

The earth is a child,
always left chasing stars and
clouds across the ground.

1316.

I could sit under
this sky forever and still
never be quite full.

1315.

The day is painted
in sun and light. A vision
of benediction.

1314.

Stereotypes and
mistaken history fill
up this day's richness.