263.

I am enthralled by
what nature is offering
up for consumption.

262.

I sit quiet, held
under the wonder of this
opaque skies theater.

261.

The sky is full of
slate surrender, whipping a
tumult of leeched clouds.

260.

Just so you know, green
is an atrocious color
on just about every-

-one. Also, let's be
clear: If you pinch me today,
stabbing will commence.

259.

I used to be bold
and relatively fearless.
Who is this muted

girl I have become?
Looking for permissions where
none could be needed.

258.

All I see down each
street are empty windows. Is
no one ever home?

257.

Why do most people
even have windows? Almost
all would never think

to let the world see
inside. Nor they honestly
view the world beyond.

256.

All the cars from a
distance look like so many
scurrying ants. So

tiny and busy,
a microcosm of life
in an empty chase.

255.

The sky and sea, such
paired, sad overtures of the
finite ground between.

254.

The sun offering
a fading wave as the light
dissipates slowly.

253.

The town recedes in
the distance as the water
lengthens ever on.

252.

Settling anchors
in my throat, who's angles stab
me, all in your name.

251.

Choking stunted peace
from the empty bottoms of
all our ready pills.

250.

Here beauty hides so
mischievously in the dark
corners of ugly.