Poem Sunday

Maybe I’ll get back to that

But right now there’s a soft light through the window
A street lamp I think it just got fixed
And a blue light I’m writing through or merely scrolling and then recording 
Scrolling and then recording 
Thumb injuries and back pain 

There’s something you wanted to say
But right we should go
You have to go 
There’s a bear park and a movie later
And a routine 

Yesterday the sun was so beautiful
You could see the top of the chapel 
You were drunk but inside silent sober
And light trickled in through
All the Colors of stained glass
It took 100 years to make

Your right I haven’t been outside in awhile
I take supplements well 
But your right it’s not the same 
But I just wanted to finish this 
On my own time

It’s nice seeing plants in the sun
I feel like they are happy 
At a buffet 

I read once that plants move to share the light with others
That makes me happy too 
Idk if that’s empathy but it’s some sort of
Understanding