
i see: Willa sleeping. bunnies hopping. plants growing.

i taste: boston baked beans and steamed brown bread
i touch: weeds that i have pulled out of our garden
i hear: karma police, idiotech and 15 steps have been running like a sound track through my head all week.
i smell: meyer lemon blossoms… yummy.

i feel: (stealing from ani 🙂 useful, crafty, restless, in progress…
*woop*
I loved your last poem, by the way, cool of the ultra variety 🙂
Xani.