There’s a moment when the morning sun
makes everything look like clean white paper
The shiso, the beautiful truck, the street,
my hands, the blades of grass

Clover and blueberry nestle together in a pot of interesting river stones 

And another moment comes 
when it all yellows like old film
then surges with 
large pink bokeh dots

In all the pristine lines
breaths of air caress me

The garbage truck noises get further away
My stomach twists a little bit
My skin feels like baking cookies