Thursday, May 10, 2012

Pondering from Disance

Are you having a quality time?
Do you remember home at all?
Everywhere in the field,
I see skinny vines of your forehead,
the folded lines of stubbornness.
.
I know I's fussing too much,
"Perfect" love has no body in this country,
The New Mexico mulberry is turning to ash,
Are you sure
you must stay away?
.
Nature turns cold at midnight,
An abyss for some,
Flower garden for the rest,
I will walk toward green oblivion,
let its kindness lull me to Heaven! 


2 comments:

Rachel Schapiro said...

a fun way to see life myself.

ironisch said...

It's usually easier to think when one is not in the middle of a whirlwind. Well-said!