with windows of clean power, gruff brown bark on the sedentary trees, a vocal majority without words (not real ones), with sentence structure amassed in piles by lawns of water or dirt, the central pictures of an anxious squirrel with prime sense of mortgage, and the clear meaning of green leaves at their timetable—the sky is blue like under advisement!—meanwhile, an unarmed teen, massive rally (amazing people), the words under the words aren’t really words, not words like that...
poems, fireflies...