Practice makes better

Blooming all over

Where the grass is green and the towers are pretty

In which I watch it all go down

In which I look through their eyes

In which I go to the end of the line

In which I look for opposites

In which I watch and play

In which I walk the walk

In which I explore a bit, discover archaeology, and listen to what people see

In which I ponder self-doubt and second-guessing myself. Or maybe I don’t.

In which I reminisce about high school art class and buy an imaginary penthouse suite.