Every blink opens to a
color concentrated photograph
in an artistic frame,
of mind.

We walked out of the evergreens,
to a valley of contrast,
My eyes open wide.
Drifting pan in movie-life form.

A boy in an orange shirt,
sticks his head in a red pick-up truck.
In coordinating colors a man
walks twin pugs side by side,
past jagged landscaping rocks.

Orange trees like street cones.
I guess things aren't naturally
lined up like that,
but play pretend

The street narrows ahead,
we are drifting on the edge already,
the speed sign blew down.
My eyes open wide.

Fragments of curiousity
fell together
into comprehension.
Every blink opens to a
color concentrated photograph.