---I had to pull out my phone to ID it
I look out to see
sagebrush, blue and pale
a canvas for the saffron-yellow
flowers, pointing to the sky above
---These flowers were too far away to ID.
all bathed in gentle, golden sunlight
---Those words are overused.
an imagery so worn and faded
it no longer sticks in the mind.
but suffice it to say,
it's lit in a way
to make the world look much gentler
Beyond, is the artificial suburban forest
of decorative trees.
These are of every texture, shape, form, and size of tree
found in the landscaping textbook for the American midwest.
These trees traverse
every possible shade of green
---And I'm suprised to discover
that red is a shade of green
Further beyond,
light reflects off of water and steel and concrete
to make pools of dripping sunshine
And why is it
that light is a liquid?
perhaps it's because
of the drops of light
that flow by way of streams of cars.
Above me,
are rocks and groves of trees
rocks I want to climb,
and groves I wish to wander.
But I do not know
if I'm allowed to jump the fence.
*note: The flower is yellow rabbitbrush
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