jaganshi

the sun's residual generosity radiates through grateful leaves the less fortunate float face down in a pool of standing water a speck at the bottom whispers to me in morse code the gulls dont seem to mind. i distracted for a moment by her gyrating hips and he, he throws me the death stare as he passes but im just trying to appreciate the beauty of it as mr mercedes benz struts by in his penny loafers with an air reminiscent of a city broken somehow not a soul seems to notice their reflection off the water reveals nothing to them there seems to be some semipermeable membrane to this language they seem confident in their undeciphera