Could the day then possibly begin, what indeed lies beyond the nights valley...i saw Mrs OZ..this morning pruning the thicket surrounding her field her bust pushed out heavily against the cotton i dwell for a few seconds on what might have been had the tram tracks not been full of leaves,she did look, but not even a flicker nor a wave as the tyre's bounced past her.
Enough of pondering in the murky depths found in lust, for the strange vision in the sky has awoke me. Could this be the sun for once joined by the brightest of blue skies,i left Mrs OZ to tend her land and pushed forward into the day i had to visit the magic city once more, i pushed past the big bang and thought of someone close i sighed,the symbol in rusty iron stands proud i have begun to luv each spike perhaps i think each spike is a dribble-cock of hope and perhaps this journey today marks the beginning of crawling out from beneath the leaf mold with a whisper spring is on it's way...yippie....
