“Do I dare disturb the universe?”

the world she knew had been deluged by a blue tint

trees on her street clothed with a navy coat, dwindling arms puncturing through. 

standing in front of it she rubs her wool overcoat

fearing it will be protruded by her own growth

she wonders who remembers to clip off sprawling ideas when they wind on and on nearing the tree and snapping off thin twigs with a rosy palm

leaving only two which almost connect at the center, creating the axis of a planet.