Wednesday, October 26, 2022

I am not questioning

why the scribbles on my tongue
the message in your hand
lie briefly warring

you know it, and now, I know it
how we pin these colors
to our chests

where they flap like alive things
startling us--for we'd forgotten
we're never alone  

even in these gold-shouldered woods
when our souls are like tiny ghosts
slowing       unstoppable

Pic: Sanford Woods, MSU (on Sunday)


StephLove said...

You have such beautiful woods around you. It must be very inspiring.

maya said...

SO true, Steph! I'm grateful every time I get to "forest bathe."

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