Silently staring across a meadow tapping
the felt. Waiting to see if the story unfolds
as expected. A senseless line transparent.
Rewinding each road and seeing the
subjectivity of his flow. Back broken
but tower rising.
A masked ninja checks back planning
his next assault. No physical tell can
be spotted, but the bubbles are apparent
from the steaming kettle plotted. With a
little Luck the trap ensnares. Checking to
see if the shells reveal a predestined fate.
The river falls and he checks again. Waiting
for the ninja to swing his sword. The ninja
solely has air and the gecko waits like a
chameleon. Across the meadow tapping
the felt he waits to inhale the treasure.
Photo credit to my good friend Mark 🙂 Thanks buddy