Blue Prints

by Joelly Cameron

A year, singular.

Close to a woman, who has yet to be branded.

Anticipations fall. Miscarried blue prints leave only litter.

Like tissue on a highway.

Softly decorating the branches of nearby trees,

like the tail end of kites..

Time signaled the foundation for beginnings, and cessations.

Self gratification, and vacillation only interrupted good intentions.

There is no real awareness of how or when.

Only irrational presumptions.

And then questions.

At some point, we became altered, and unfamiliar in each other’s eyes.

The calendar pages, brief by their turns.

End up formed into tiny little basketballs and high five the can.

For a brief moment, I wonder.

if they were ever worth anything.

2 Comments to “Blue Prints”

  1. one could go in a number of directions with this. you say blueprints, and as i read it, i’m also thinking of the dna unraveling. that’s just what i see. but the other thing i see from the title is that we have the blueprint in front of us, and it still causes issues. i like trying to figure them out. it is a thinker so that is good!!

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