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.