The white tops

The white tops of cauliflowers
Look like clouds
Colonies of little blooms
Nothingness things

An unremarkable family
Living in the hills

I shrink my mind down
To be with them
A little harmless fly
Killed without a thought

Washed away by a sea
But hanging on to existence
For even a short span of time

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012