White light has hit a Cerulean skyline as pomegranates
have fallen from bare-leafed trees,
splitting open, revealing seeds in the rain, beads of water
slide away in a disarmingly uniform fashion.
Thompson Farms has come to collect wooden crates filled to crest.
The weather was taking a hard turn that year.
Actually, not much has changed.
Practically nothing more for me to do
but watch TV advertisements.
Marketing strategy is so different these days.
Monopoly is good on afternoons like this.
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
2 years ago