Today,

The window finally opened.

A barely perceptible face....

Hazy.

Yet glittering,

Bright....

His kumquats aren’t as plentiful this year.

But they’re still there.

His days are waning,...

Orange fades to grey,

Grey to darkness,

Darkness to peace....

Hot summer days.

Deserted streets.

Home,...

A small piece of heaven…

Arid.

Hot....

Sometimes,

Tears fall.

For no reason at all. ...

What are you doing 209?

Watching over you.

Why? ...

Nature flows.

I try as well.

But there are days...

Stand tall.

Reach up to the sky.

Breathe....

Look into the mirror,

See the humor,

Laugh heartily....

Dreams...

Hard to imagine,

Out of reach,...

I love the way you look at me.

Staring.

Not blinking....

I’m the dark orange.

Pervasive, important, everywhere.

So I was taught to think…

Why did you make a hole in yourself?

“To attract him.”

The skinny one with the large hole? ...

Wish I could dive into you,

Feel your cold freshness

On every inch of me....

Stains,

Cracks,

Lines,...

Thank you for reaching out,

Grabbing me,

Not letting go....

You aren’t dry,

Or barren.

Looks are deceiving....

Lunch time.

Not burgers or pizza.

Only grass....