Deep. Like the Water.

I want to write something deep.

I really do.

I want to write something meaningful, with a crumb. Just a crumb for you to grasp onto. But I'd be forcing it.

I've written and erased. Written. Erased.

Here's this.

I was dooped.

I had a fever. It was spring. I wore tshirts. Ran in shorts. There were sunglasses. I ate hamburgers from the barbecue. I fed birds. I remember a yellow wall. I think it it still there.

It was spring.

And I was happy.

Things were moving, signs appeared. I was hopeful.

Winter would end and spring would come and behind that summer.

But I was dooped.

The sunshine is gone.

I think my wall might have painted itself back to white.

It's hard to tell.

With all this rain.