oct three in TO

my sister's yard in a nutshell


animals in action


and wet fall leaves


tyla draws a heart to match her lips


i've got three of them..brooks brothers that is


the logo again and the ever busy feet


behind it all the spiral builds in pieces


one stray morning sun beam
reveals the gold buried
in every small thing


backwards clock tells time
through ingrained patterns


random street scene
composed by the line
and the shapes it makes