Rohan P

Rohan P Jul 2018

gather flowers
to burn your whitish
corpse—

(flashes of
you, the sand, warmer
waters: floating in the
blue

you always looked so ethereal, underwater.

#sea

Rohan P Jul 2018

we sailed on cream
and aster—

where bluejays
toss
air into air;

where frogs
curdle
mud into milk;

where blackberry
roots
skyline into horizon—

(we sailed)

#aster

Jul 2018

Mary Gay Kearns

The life of a wild flower.

Railway cuttings
Cut through my mind
The emptiness
Of what’s left behind.

A flower garden of wildness
Between broken sleepers
Who now find comfort
In railway suburbs.

Love Mary x

Rohan P Jul 2018

trains can hold (can let

i think trains roll
like tires, at night.

their rubber arms can
hold—

can let go.

happy belated canada day

#rubber #trains