Beauty balanced upon a perch all it’s own

This screams Washingtonian state,
bomber flight jacket/aviator sunglasses street style that i’d love to stumble through,
cliffs i’d love to stumble off.

life is damp, bare, and earthy rich in hues, tones, tyco r/c race cars from childhood;
the constant rain is the cleanse we’d never know we were searching for.

a muddy parking lot puddle left behind in the wake of adventure.
more than a place, it was a state of mind
manipulating everything that was me.

we rust.

 


 

Inspired by Atomik bomb’s “foghouse”.

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/328917-foghouse/

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