prosperity planning

placed on the top of the day
realizing this luck that pours out of me
on the occasion that I see my reality
some of which is almost hard to believe
peeking through your fingers I can
even tell you are smiling through those hands
reading into everything that appears
isn’t it so true there are no coincidences
tasting every day like the best dish you ever cooked for
yourself when you wanted to
part of me will always be
laying right here in the branch of this beach tree
across the clouds lazy birds glide
needing to get a
night light feel into my mind
interested in losing the ability to think this evening
not that anything really helps me except your touch
going to find out how much I have fallen for you

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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