Wednesday, June 30, 2010


our father sun has reached his peak///

a full cycle witnessed sensationally///

ears, hands, hair, skin... eyes... heart. phased///

the road is calling, grabbing greedily///

for now, she sings from the east///

go running towards her uncertain embrace?///

or is patience the humble strategy of growth?///


the long green stalks stretch and reach///

soon she will hang her head at the death of her father///

only to lift it upon his rebirth each dawn///


No comments:

Post a Comment