Day 1554, waiting for.
I lost
most of my
hair
early in my summer
when the wind
didn’t stop
for me
Day 1553, a group.
All bunched up
looking in different
directions
~
but not outside
Day 1550, twist.
I twist
in to myself
and want to close
~
the space between
my two way’s
Day 1548, bends.
In
and out of focus
we climb up
~
till our branch
bends down again
to where we started
Day 1544, moonlight
This flower
that once bloomed
is now frozen
in silver moonlight
~
waiting for the wind
of a new rising sun
to take her away
Day 1536, hard white rocks.
In-between
the hard white rocks
a sun barely reaches
the fertile soil
~
but only the shimmering
of the shadows down there
spur some on
to take over
and go towards
the hope
of some light
Day 1534, structures.
I saw today
by coincident
this mental picture
~
it depicted
the structures
supporting me
from the ground
up
~
I recognized
some of it
other parts
not
and in the shadows
I couldn’t see
and maybe
I
Day 1529, who.
