Pigeons per pavement place proceed pleasantly pinking—perchance, progressing papillae’s primordium per park’s peckish persona. ; )

Then, there is the parascience of psychological dendrology, which argues, amongst other points, that leaves do not depart their branches due to chlorophyll’s creation cessation, but, rather, they fall—like tears—for reasons connected to emotional release. ; )

Seclusion mines connections even as it minds comfort—

Leaving apartment tasks as little more than some tut-work

And guiding glows a diminished version of Sun’s support—

When the soul desperately needs live, open, tuned rapport. ; )

Gulls, as shoreline quests, may be seen as most beachy keen, but area’s aves of an amenable alterity accommodate coastal community—both as well and, arguably, more brilliantly—by bobbing for buried bling rather than for bathers’ baskets. ; )

If every happened moment were a drop

Until bimillenary called a stop,

Would I only, then, matter as a plop—

Or could I hold value below the top? ; )