we can find great mornings, this.
volatile but greatest, the.
save this spring day on stamps.
put the stamps on post
and mail it to myself.
stoned eyes, wooden glasses, purple glasses,
some sort of delicious kismet.
it's hard to remember the end of December.
there was some sort of meteor shower,
and I thanked the goddamn daytime sky for telling me why.
we live for warm mornings like this.