this morning #24.

this morning, everything was loud. atmosphere broken. decibels spoken. kids on the wind. chatter & clatter. disaster. the din didn't win any friends. the sin couldn't cut through the times. the motive was hidden beneath. the morning was giving no clues. solving the day would be puzzling. with lead in his feet, he retreated out back, to the yard & the lawn to yawn over the grass to the green & the trees & the morn. she'd done what she said she would do. followed through. were they through? tonight, in the woods, he'd find out.