My green bench of thoughts is occupied and so I occupy a middle green bench soaked in maroon almond leaves. Tiny rocks erupt all around me softly.
Three yoga women must have finished their nose hissing and are getting in a car with yoga mats tucked in their arms.
This morning we thought of pigeon holes and how the pigeons hole humans living below the skylight hole , where they are currently doing love for this season. My skylight is supposed to let in dappled sunlight beams full of squiggling dust worms . Now that we have erected a privacy wall by a cardboard for their love concerns, we have blocked our gold sun. So we wait for the love to be over.
We have only short term pigeon holes for our pigeon encounters. Surely they must be having similar short term holes for us.