when a door is closed . all too often we assume . it is also locked
no one would confuse . a lemon and banana . though both are yellow
in old ideas . there are possibilities . to build on today
the life of a wave; it’s either crash on the shore . or fade over time
we are conditioned . to choose the sugar, over . something of substance
what we imagine . is personal and often . non transferable
between now and then so many new leaves have turned and melted away
even when covered in snow, a bench can’t pretend to not be a bench
for all its armor an oyster is quite tiny insignificant
the smallest detail . is what creates excitement . in the big picture
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