the perfect imperfection

life is just a sunny morning 

that goes on and on 

            well 

                    sometimes

seizing your powers as my strength 

            I climb up 

through so many circles in the sky 

that I become lost 

and then like a cloud I drift away 

        drift away 

if you slice off 

the small part 

that was pecked by a bird 

is the peach not perfect 

        a perfect imperfection

by james lee jobe 

just some little ones this time.