ain’t nothin’ in ramblin’

i am overwhelmed.
by hands that create something out of scraps and old chicken wire.
by tasty cakes shredded with love from a bland vegetable (a carrot).
by long drives to loud music that conveys all i want to feel in five minutes.
by twisting hips on top a hill under the canopy of tree arms.
by bunny boobs.
by an old man with a gun in his holster and one tooth.
by last week’s magic.

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