lost at home. I meander through mylife taking wrong turns and forgetting stoplights.
my glasses are off and all is impressionistic clouds
i like soft edges
i shy from angry faces bitter voices crunches of steel and paint
comfort is waves of the sea hitting my paddles
soft crunch of boots on dirt paths
wind whispertalking to trees
dreams of woodslife fill my daylife
and i miss another red light.
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