Fidget Patrol and other whatnot...

25 October 2017 12:00 AM

Barreling down the path, leaves flying, her steps was emphatic, and that made those dried missives scatter but they were still in vogue in color, the trees were parallel certain spots where you could step between these twin trees, souls joined and look down at the water drying in the pond, leaves coagulate, there will be more water soon, the rains came, she looked up at the old oak tree, towering mister, the light shimmered between the branches of the trees in the woods, here and there a bird squawk, but except for that and the sound of the wind stirring up those leaves, there was no real sound, I like the quiet there, she stood between the pillars of the patio, white pillars, staring down at the valley below, we were the church of the clouds, temple of the gods, white patio and the steeple reached up into the sky, further, this was a severe congregation, exact in their meditations, hmm, odd way to put it, the clouds were like fluffs, scarf’s floating in the air, she was walking downtown, again the wind and the leaves were swept up as was her hair, and the hem of her skirt, he had to wonder, why didn't he take the first step, reach out and touch someone, the gold rope laid across the table, she, they were in the process of braiding the cloth, let's tighten this leather, we had to smile at that, her hair was tied up in bundles on top of her head strands of red fruit and dried branches stuck in the heap, here and there, she was part of the forest, which is why she stuck sprigs in her hair, the sky was bright this fine morning...