Perch

I love finding a new stand upon which to perch and peck at words practicing their religion, resting my feet soul’s church, after chasing sunsets through wild birch or across paved streets that lurch, dotted with vendors attempting to sell their hand crafted merch.

The best places to practice these word sermon studies are often upon a span of high ground land that claims solid position at the center of a cross road of adventurers peddling forward motion.

Tonight, I find myself at an impossibly small street vendor’s table of taco infused passion. The smell of hunger confusion in the air nipping at my focus pulling my thoughts of word prayers allowing ideas to stagger in and out of devout illusion.

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