I found this in my notes and have no idea what it is, so I’ve decided it’s some sort of new age poem I write while half asleep, probably after taking a Benadryl or something.
Medium, 2 stories
Chairs, flowers, nook space with a cushioned bench in front of a big window
Pick it up and toss it
Drive around it to the other side
If you can make sense of it, please tell me. I have utterly no clue.