{səˈro͞olēən}
So, Rue ~ Leann, Leann ~ Rue. So glad you two are finally meeting. All these years, your paths have never crossed, no matter how many times I’ve invited you two to my parties. How odd you both arrived today wearing the same dress and in the same hue ~ a deep sky-blue. I’ll be at the buffet.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), it’s always ourselves we find in the sea.” ~ E.E. Cummings
Thoughts, Tuesday, August 2nd, 2022
Upon the Rooftop
Upon the Rooftop, On Top
I float, I feel, I dream
Is this life only a breath
Or am I here for eternity?
Flowing yet suspended
My love for tater tots, unended
Momentarily retiring my mental clasp
Preventing a potential snap
Letting the loose thoughts go
Allowing them to slip past
Upon the Rooftop, On Top
I float, I feel, I dream
Colors above, cerulean
All so silent, superb, serene
The air is fresh, organic, clean
Passersby below, high-speed
Fast, diverted, everything seems blurry
Wafting up, scents of gas, urine, and curry
Contrast vast
Above, endless with ease
Below, chaos and so much worry
Melding me in the middle
Upon the Rooftop, On Top
I float, I feel, I dream
Layered levels of hope, piling high
Vapors of dope floating by
Upon the Rooftop, On Top
I float, I feel, I dream
I sit somewhere in between
Thinking, contemplating, taking a sip
Something smells burnt
I think It’s my tea
It tastes like dirt
What’s next, I ponder
Change of course or persevere longer?
Then a cloud appears
A hand with a wand
It’s a sign from an angel or God
Something remarkable to come?
Now the cloud looks like a thumb
That has to be good
Then right where I stood
A splash of wetness flung
On my right shoulder and left thigh
Not going to look up, down, or around
I must leave
I must go and shower off this town
Now I feel something wet on my brow
I’m out!
For now, up again soon
Upon the Rooftop, On Top
to float, to feel, to dream
With a Pancho on
“Your heart is the size of an ocean. Go find yourself in its hidden depths.” ~ Rumi
🌊♥️🌊
Kim Considine 
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