The east is little more than
the love of the city, a bit toward.
Forward. Is there a better forest?
The trees sense
their reflections. Glitter-bits
on the lake surface.
I grace the stucco with
sophistication. I am
that abstract. Not home, but home
looking elsewhere. We do allocate
and assign the land to whom the how much can't afford!
How do we make the loan?
How can my family fit into the equation
of specific questions? Beauty.
Indicate the failed attempts.
Not unique. Responses?