"sometimes it's hard to see it"

I realized again that the eye is real neat.


brilliant green of fresh cut grass
pale tan of reeds, thrusting themselves out of
deep, rippling blue waters
hazy figures through tinted glass
white trilliums opening, a shock amidst a sea of
brown and green undergrowth
rosy, damp cheeks after rainfall
burnt orange of kubota competing with the
brilliant green of john deere
water droplets emerging, spreading from the fountain
flashing brake lights approaching a
clashing red sign
white lines growing as you draw near
square bricks, edges rounded
cold, hard grey stretches before, until at a curve,
warmth and greenery replaces the grey
colourless dripping pounds the ground
vibrant yellow for protection of
wires stretched taut
bright blue plymouth
lengthening shadows travelling further down
softly darkening beaches
twigs intertwine
charcoal leather Bible placed lovingly beside a
bare foot girl sitting atop an
old, decaying park bench
blue spruce next to the
purpling schubert chokecherry
truck turning in, signifying daddy's home

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ornate golden streets leading to the

piercing majesty of the King