prix palms

maybe twas the rain, but this afternoon albert park lake was wearing lip gloss.

and i ran the loop with a grin between my hot cheeks and a less busy mind.
there were swans.

felt the 'good' sting of mud bullets splatting my calves. i was a jogging pollock.

melbourne came out in its best angles, leaning on the storm's wake.

then sun cracked and bled between mist lines to flatter the sky line's
blades and drape a bit of tipsy light all over...