Sunday, November 30, 2014

Hwy 27

the saturation 
stunning me 
things better filtered 
like photos, 
coffee & cigarettes 
have you heard it yet?
the song of the morning 
it calls your name 
takes you over 
for today 
you're okay 


i saw you in the glow 
lighting up the trees as sunset
& the wind inflicted tears, i felt
as if I've never done that 

i heard you in the sound 
of my farthest-away mother 
her words are warm on frozen ground 
they run like river water 

i heard you in the forest
who should i hold onto? 
i'm broken like the branches 
like the leaves i'm trippin through