project car part

Possibilities run throughout my head
Revulsion of the outside world
Organic green fingers touch my leg
Justice on the edge of a riverbank
Effort that can change your mind
Concluding it was all worth it in the end
Tossed back and forth on a breeze
Compulsive need to run through the trees
Among the farms we always
Relay the land by flow and chemistry Like
Poppy seeds in a fresh muffin
And I know you like the things you planted
Roasting and growing in the light and rain
Tour the little Eden we have made

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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