The questions that lead to questions are the wings that lead to flight.
Ever put your chameleon on argyle?
Maybe death comes when God runs out of rodeos.
Each of us can count our lovers on one heart.
Just make all the somedays soon.
Take to the sky – fathoms deep.
Found a windmill. Set it free.
Don’t fake left without me!
I fell in love when he pulled an azure sky from the glove compartment in his car.
Not a lawn, today. A rabbit.