A Blurry Eye Sees the Most Clearly

When a metropolis becomes bleak and blurry, stop and smell the roses…



If you think about it, colors reflecting off rain make you reflect…



A little more optimistic, this one, but then you start to ruminate about how short and sweet life is. Enjoy the sweet morn’ filled with a billion breaths. After that, it’s all over.





A Sun smothered lawn

Two arms

Two hands

One head

There nature was

Being very symmetrical


Symmetry was a force to be reckoned with

When one side dragged its heels

The other picked up the slack


That fine day was no exception

And in a blink all of the symmetrical things came together

As amorphous greens and blues

Despite the blurriness

Symmetry was still seething

Beneath it all