free write from first poetry group (slightly revised)

glass oval lens, layers of beams
scrunched blades between toes
pointed to expression
attempts at capture
sun-catcher, soul enlightener
the cliché of warmth
drunk on joy
clears away cynicism

freckled soil from rain
look up, cover over
briskly let us leave

waddle bow-legs
bronze goatee
unhappy grumbles
of little coal-colored dog
trudging along