Burgundy glass eyes
Leopard prints for miles
Sliding through snow like shadows in the night
Burnt logs feeling low
Left for dust and snow
Knowing the while that shadows at times smile
Even this, even that
What makes sense confuses that
So what makes sense?
Oh, don’t overthink it
So what? Make sense?
Life to this is a movie to that
Liking this and moving to that
Dollars make cents like pennies won’t be broken
So what makes sense?
Change?
Sunrise, mellow wind
A storm’s words sentenced, go
Snapped lightnings’ sword shows
Slinging fire that left dapple shining here
The beaten path lies
Dawn beyond paints skies
Rinsing it’s brush like dapple in the wind
this is your life chuck johnson 