No one believes me when I shout about sunshine.
They think I’m crazy like a planet out of orbit.

Like a series of comments without a source code.

People pile up like cars in the parking lot
when the fever ratchets up to a level unheard of.

How beautiful it is when something new happens!

I am a disappointment if what you expect
is realism.  Thankfully, no one has determined

what any words really mean.  There are too many

fingers on the gloves that you gave me but I worry
that the fault is more mine than yours.

Are you asking me to be something I’m not?

My instincts are telling me to keep questioning about this.
I’ve organized a series of demonstrations.

Flowers don’t know how to do it alone.


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