Another day peers at oblivion. The light is soft, cooling lemon; it leads to an absence of thought. An apricot tree shades one thousand of its decomposing fruits. Its leaves dry from the outside in. Strange Fruit blows in from some speakers. Normal fruit stinks through the window. It will be a hard day for the pathetic.

Your hose is coiled like a green tree snake; your gravel is perfectly arranged. Orange flowers bursting through red bricks, and I am bursting in.

Keep it from me, it’s too good to throw away. Keep it from me today.