Simple writing.

there are no coindidences

at the cemetary

walking hills
following
instinct
intuition
paths thru gravestones
head
whats in it
under grassy covers
snowflake patches
banana shine
dear deer stop
watch me
mouth
graybrain open surprised
who more
them
me

so the little marble angel
hearing her call
up
p
another hill
following slippery sidewalk skies

whispering shadows want to be followed