sunlight strikes the water
the sky turns green
and i a reminded to color
inside the lines
trees can not be purple
like the color of your
cheeks when i do the
unexpected
walking on eggshells
crushing my imagination
under you boot heels
of sync step
it's impossible to make
the impossible possible
or passable, probable
plausible
not all things in
nature are symmetrical
neat or orderly
dirt has its pleasures
lines are meant for
crossing into other
worlds of daring
do
there's no fitting
into the middle
ground
