Everything on my walk home
is magnified in beauty.
I am drawn over to a fence
by a sign that says
"Organic Farm -
Don't spray."
Some energy jumps
into my skin.
with a skip in my step,
I feel the different textures
in the grass.
Past the high school
and the middle school.
Past the elementary school
and into a house in the suburbs.
This book I am living is novel.
The poem I am writing is ready for a bit of anarchy.