Living in a space with no windows
only one door to the outside
and there is a crack along the frame
letting in a teasing stream of light
and this is how I know what time it is...
Outside we saved seven pines
pull weeds and wayward grass
to avoid use of herbicides
-oh, but the butterflies!
Yellow, orange, blue, white
and other colors that shine
as they flit from flower (weed)
to flower (weed) (for now)
rising like towers in the sky
when the grass is your line of eye
Nevermind the stage of the sky
offering a new show ever hour
shifting in cloud cover and color
suspended in the observers mind
Yes, the bunker is imperfect
dark, damp, and without good internet
but everything else makes it worth it!