Emerald in its forefront, ultramarine in its framework.

The world sat in front of me. Completely free.

He will try tomorrow, maybe.

Today, he has cattle to move.

There will always be cattle to move.

Why do I speak my truths

then immediately want to discredit them?

Love is not bending the branches of a hickory to match the draping wisps of a willow.

So now all is right in my pretty little yellow world.

I think they’re going to judge me for my brashness

and the way I say that all the cards fall into place.