Saturday, June 22, 2013

Saturday Mornings

Smell like clean kitchens, floors and bathrooms, 
a zest of lemon and sweat;
and they sound like playlists from decades ago,
metal twang and salty throats singing sounds of new tastes.
Saturdays look like new trees and current states of mind,
nothing lasts forever, but it's captured in the ink of the moment with progressive smiles.

black ink on cotton paper

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