black spring

not mine

we both collect scraps of mad genius and save it for later

one day...

do you know i do this too?
you must

i said what i said about signs but then this morning a man with a wolf backpack
(who has ever heard of such a thing?) in a suit went tap dancing down the street
til he disappeared under the bridge and vanished from my sight

clearly he was trained
and out of his mind
(or lost inside it)

joy in glimmers and wishes and memories
spun