May God bless you and your...
To Grandy-
Yellow sunflowers polka dot your earth/feet.
Bristles and thorns line the sinking path over the dune.
A line of pelicans repeatedly punctuate the sea that swallows my words.
You always loved green.
Green here is smudged in haphazardly among thorns and scratch, uplifted by colorless roots that support its radiance.
The sky is clear.
Nothing obstructs the view except sand and salt, washing out the peripherals into that muddled...
Angela Thornton
September 02, 2013 | Austin, TX



