flowers and mountains
Deep into that darkness peering
a few of my teachers
P Ø S T E R C H I L D
these people
all an excuse to hang
run of show
first taste of sun
When you see that perfect berry from across the patch and nothing, no, nothing, not even the prickliest of raspberry briar will stop you from tasting its sweet, tart nectar.
let's get out of here
Far into the backcountry, where the only ones who can find us are a group of inebriated bachelorettes and 200,000 bugs.
