There's a bulk of info on me

out there

collected by every plant I've owned

hugged, touched

It has music, too

the colors of my walls

waters of the rains and wine

all the coffee roasts I brewed

I wonder if it's a spiral

that folder of what colour

 

 

 

Experiencing flight this forenoon

Freeing a fault into seismic bliss

sent me into the skies

I've more to give now