sands of words bleak beak neighs
Dear Reader,
I have rested a little bit on the couch drinking my beer
currently I am tipsy and sleepy...
today I finally got the insurance done
on monday hopefully I will get my registration...
reader I cannot watch moon in this home
yesterday when I woke up on the couch
I have seen it setting down...
missed her
my sage's kid nearly died during the move
it freezed and all the leaves curled and died
hopefully it produced new leaves from the stem..
his mom and dad were already died of old age
I grew this from one of their extended stems
this summer I will take and grow his kids in new pot
my poor man's bonzai are struggling
they are the maple seedlings sprouted from my garden in Quebec
they have the similar fate like the sage
I am trying to save them, I wonder what the squirrels are doing, I wonder whether
they will have many kids in the spring
its so joyful to watch squirrel kids playing
reader things stay behind
and sometimes hook you and drag you back
they prevent you to be in the moment
where you are at that is what you got
unless you don't change where you are at
sands of words bleak beak neighs
drapes of swear streaks teak weighs
minds of hoards creek leak sighs
birds
birds
birds
birds of light, fly with me to high nigh
King H. Ironson
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