footward

[texture reach]




[curly magnitude in the corner pocket]




[shade brings spots]




[and we did the mountain whole]




[spires and industry and such]


it couldn't have been any other day the berkeley sun spun out our feet took us footward. the caps and gowns sprinkled about and then the pavement spilled up and we had to breathe. the brush told me things when we sat above all over it was all down below. the still spread over me and then we took the path. the mountain fell behind us my heart is in place. as it always has been.