drUgs

Drugs ... chemicals between us. Walls that separate and feed us. Shrinking feeling of a white sheet, it's only the echo of my white pants. The sun glistening off the black street. No hands to hold wands the wind blows ash and dust off grave plots and birthday parties. Two events same day what a startling coincidence. The raven and a bluejay mockingbirds and sparrows. A rose beside a lilly through concrete cracks it grows