heat splashes.
do you rise?
make a joke,
something light.
i saw a squirrel once,
it moved with fright but it was alright.
was that funny?
what is?
light is not light.
write what you see.
the jade plant
beside me.
in front of me.
its leaves are wax petals
light, white on the green.
smoke rises.
do you see?
under water with me,
connectivity.
i hear you muffled by waves.
sound is slower
in water, through ground.
the blades
around time
cast dark motion on my skin.
my hair is growing
shade.
the light brightens with heat.
clouds cool it again.
i see the change of temperature.
your eyes are cold now.
your face beside me.
in front,
transparent over all i can see.
loosely i sit on a bench
i made of memories.
good times around me.
i enjoy them now
sitting silently
barely
on a bench
that has decades of me.
i am happy
you are alive and laughing.
is that funny?
image: my paint cup in the kitchen
21july2018
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Cole G 