he almost curled up cocoon womb in bed,
but hugged his backpack instead
and dreams oozed all over him,
electrified his toes.
he wandered west,
so help him wind.
painting by colorsetbrushes
Tags: a few more leaves on Autumn trees, in the west warm sun, poem, poem and paint, poetry, travel, voyage of the seasons
“he wandered west,
so help him wind.”
or maybe the wind will stutter and change direction and without knowing it, they’ll be right back where they started and things will appear different. A night’s rest can sometimes can do that.
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