If

ever

we

find

ourselves

in

a

more

beautiful

place

than

we

imagined

might

that

place

just

be

heaven

After

all

ignore

is the

root

of

ignorance

Behind

shutters

birds

chirp

and

squawk

your

breathing

curtains

buses

squeaks

running

water

coffee

dripping

blender

and

dog tags

my

morning

songs

Head

clouds

mind

fog

snow

globe

quake

memories

fly about

butterflies

alighting

icycles

falling

shattering

you

thoughts

waltz

upon

feet

calico

leaves