Late Summer // Fremont 01.1 // Poetics


not a care in the world, laugh a little more

the temples and tendons

above my ears are tired.

deep reflection from the ending summer

restless of the fall

why so eager to push on, when the present is never-ending and beauty is all around

this light

soak up the glare, pinch the moments of clarity amongst the settling gray blanket;


it’s not time

to shut the windows.