Evolution

The Earth

It’s our poem

beautiful cows

covering
the hill
more cows
I’d kind
of like
to buy
a cow
and that makes
me want
to cry

Noggin

If I get
this little
sleep
I’m butter
pulling
the greasy
details
over everything

Today
I discovered
that to
talk about
certain
things makes
me sad.
So I’ll stop

I want
to go further
longer. Where
should I
go.

That feels
good & true

But for now I’m loving the solo place of the life well made

I love the idea of making something with another human being, perhaps me, not a baby but something nice. A special place perhaps

I love the idea of making something with another human being, perhaps me, not a baby but something nice

’s such a beautiful thought