having taken a moment, having stolen a few even,

phrasebanks mix with ETA’s

and hummingbirds exceed optimal altitudes

saluting the child in all of us.

it’s not about being naive,

but fitting into our productive place.

sketches of all kinds

waft away like purple smoke

cast by artists,

heart vandals & color junkies,

saluting the wanderer in all of us.

it’s not about rewinding,

as lines not so surreptitiously

curl into circles.

Hoan Kiem thumbs up, and we move.