presence and prescient

[sweetwater]

the sun upon my face
dreams emoting the beginning of a cardamon
endeavour
and the feelings that give me a sense of who
I am …

the smile on my flower face and hair
thinking about the spin
where machines and mechanisms
in a day full of snow
notice the missing of small things

echoing in the footprints
celebrating as if it seems
an epoch
to represent the colour
of my pen

in a chocolate breakfast and coffee
that no one understands
how my beautiful day
defines the emotions I feel
and the love I have
and how inescapable it has become

in a shared solitary walk or journey ... and
the personal
experience

[Nazz]

... where machines and mechanisms
in a day full of snow
notice the missing of small things...

I wonder if they noticed it before.