Blindfold The Leaves

I sketched dots while viewing a transatlantic leave the ocean
I sketched dots and glued pieces together as I imagined them
Little daily victories that don't need to be told
Interrupt photos with eyes that drift to sea
A camera obscure
A decision made home
Friday sets a previous encounter
In the snow I ask questions
Lines draw figures of paper
I believe they are real
Actions within old telephones
Coins that drop way too fast
Blindfold the leaves so they drop on my chest
Now it's time
A million sparks set the timing for flights that departure now