mysterious luck

moving out the window on a

yellow beam of morning light

stamping the day with a few new

tempting creations made last night

eager to glance down the street while

readying the connections to the

increasing activity every house has

on its sounding board floor or

under the same roof as all the little ghosts

sliding in and out of other peoples rooms

like water that flows to the lowest point

unusual occurrences that rarely get

caught in mid act but will change your mind

keeping your time


About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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