the shit that goes past my window

there must be thousands of people thinking the same thing about their windows. in different vernacular. obviously. 

and, it's all love. does this trip anyone else out?

en francais

ce nest pas un chapeau

growing things are all around

i have a dear friend who plants gardens where there were none

i see it in his smile when he tells me about nurture and his roots

he is not a father in the literal sense 

but he reminds me of mine, conversations sometimes feel surface 

or

similar or limited 

i am lucky

i am healthy

i am active

i am surrounded with abundance

fathers and father figures lighting the way for gratitude

words, seeds, growing things

lightning field

warm rain

no mistake

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imaginary conversation:

dad: i have a surprise 

me: (it isn't april fools and i am not five) you are secretly a millionaire but you 've been waiting to make sure i could take care of myself before you made me trust fund child at age forty six?

heard on the street, series, alamo square

don't be the first one to text, whatever you do