Simple Theories

  districts revolved and plain green, red patience of dawn blue sky, grey scales, time swirled in to no time at all, a picture and blend every one decided, stature of birds for one moment, only one moment now, a plain over head for instance, or rain hatching per fectly à la doctrinaire, city spans the outside frame of time, a picture meant to please the townsfolk, who see the light of day in time, a tree will just about happen, a breeze picks up

  the expense of leaning right or left vying blue modality of ocean correcting the space between spaces of words and green trees that bring us towers and stay the clouds stop the little mountain in tune or time to a natural quotient saying we are day along the line of roots and see the city different as passage to a singular notion spun with rad ical di gress as the sun seems so simple in its radiant scumble among us children