Notes
Hearing Sepia Tones
Sometimes, the plant under watered
Grasping for light
Sometimes, the flourishing threads
Passing down books,
Sometimes, the creek on the board
Trodden so,
But then in that warm moment
Flecks floating through my eyeline
Sepia toned music of
Light and space
Finds me in a moment.
I’m okay.
Cameron Tayor 