
fitting a sunset
in the crook of a bent tree
fun with perspective
no matter the narrative
reality doesn't change

the view from the ground
snow fallen but not too much
sunny but too cold
a time and a place for all
and all with their time to cease

an August full moon
stirring childhood memories
red paper lanterns
both grieving and cherishing
a life all but forgotten

above looking down
what’s seen not that different
just the perspective
hidden in the reflection
the looker that’s always there