Peering past the worn edges through the stacks and stickiness left behind from the words that fell long ago. Yet their residue still remains, smearing the surface and disfiguring the distant image below. Over the cracks and shards of brokenness that lay hidden underneath. At a glance it is a mosaic pieced together from everyone…
The Sky and I
This poem is about the relationship between the sky and the land at sunset. Smudging my edges that I had drawn was a finger Long and powerful. Black mixed with blue and exported Orange, yellow, red What a confusion. I thought we were Clear-cut, you and I But now as I watch I disintegrate. Slipping…