Synchronicity with Sunny’s Sunken City

Counting the redbuds budding early. Prodigies with bright fates.


It starts at the crisp edges, a broken vice, replaced with better 

habits and habitats. Make me want to gather more stats.

Where did the time go, divided by data I had counted on


Multiplied convolution- seemingly solutions. They were

visionary colors faded emerald and cinnabar to earthen brown.

Poppa said, green is the color of focus

Red makes the heart beat faster

Brown is both

together. Bare as ground Earth.

Such soothsayers works work much more subtle. Subtly,


I held too tightly and for far too long when

Shapes shifted. A memory of a memo tells me to remember




Spring spins me

into her memories of


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the first leaf of autumn

his last token of good advice.


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