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  Oct 2020 Jena T
Carlo C Gomez
On a dead of winter day
our footsteps in the snow
melt too quickly
for anyone to follow

In drops of steady rain
we picnic beside the lake
and watch fireworks
fizzle out with summer

Riding the crest of fall
but stalked by spring
and so, in the throes
of such invisible connections
we're preserved

And sitting on a shelf
awaiting our turn
to be pried open
and spread like jam
for someone to consume...
Jena T Oct 2020
A taste
In a book,
In your eyes,
In a starry sky
It's all the same.
A bittersweet taste
Left my palate bare
A plate or a glass please
Something earthy
To take this flavor away
I missed my mark
And tasted nectar
It didn't **** me
At least not right away
It let me taste eternity
Now everything is paste
My tongue doesn't know
But my soul knows where its at
A temporary place
Memory accruing
To be taken home someday
Eternity is a bittersweet aftertaste.
Jena T Sep 2020
I once saw a swarm of flies
It was night
I was a child, a passenger with belt tight
No moon illuminated the sky
A lonely road with no one in sight
Only headlights
Lighting up the two laned road
South was reservation land
Filled with old mystery
And legends I grew hearing at night
North was a secret place
Government land, a base
Where some see lights or so they say
A lonely road bordered by these
With nothing but moths and flies
The night sky bright with stars
A streaking milky way
Our two lights making way in the night
A vortex of bugs numbing my eyes
An eerie feeling to be alone at night
Not a soul in sight
Even the stars watch with distant light
On a lonely road
The unknown on the left
Legend on the right
The road a fine line
My childish eyes seeing more than two lights
I see fireflies.
Jena T Sep 2020
Once I wrote
It was free
And I drowned
In what I thought and what I feel
I found no limit to myself
And on this journey
I discovered
It started where I ended
With some words I wrote
On a paper hidden
In a place I had forgotten
Jena T Sep 2020
Crimson sun
Followed by homeward run
Swallow a sip of coke and ***
An evening of fun
Talking with a sparrow
Of the nest he has begun
I'd offer my companion a drink
But he's flying home tonight
An easy breeze
As conversation hums
His melodious voice,
Whistles and tweets
While laughter graces my lips
Pure company,
Me and my little friend
As we watch the sun set.
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