Not for the Taking


Faintly, laying about.

Without care.

No needs for what is here…


what is there…

I persevere these thoughts…

When utmost alone.

A shelter in place…

Daily adding new aesthetics to my considerate home.

No running…

To and fro.

Focus is upon lazily greeting budding mushrooms.

Earthy oak.


frothy flowers.

Lovely is the taste…

So sweet.

With a bit of bitter.

Never sour.imageedit_189_2047226976

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