she’s young and fresh like lettuce leaves,
// warm and sweet like summers best peaches
she waits at the door for you, just so she can open it //
when we walk through she skips ahead, spinning in dizzying circles
she smiles and i lose track of time
// i feel the cameraman- she is the art i am watching unfold before me
when we all became, simultaneously,
i wonder if she was too close or too far to the blast //
maybe she’s not supposed to he here
when we all fell from grace there were some beyond us, waiting with widened eyes and dripping teeth for us to fail
she has no vendetta
she takes what is ready
young or old, healthy or sick
maybe she’s lost
/ maybe she’s found, right here /
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 12:30 PM UTC
she’s young and fresh like lettuce leaves,
// warm and sweet like summers best peaches
she waits at the door for you, just so she can open it //
when we walk through she skips ahead, spinning in dizzying circles
she smiles and i lose track of time
// i feel the cameraman- she is the art i am watching unfold before me
when we all became, simultaneously,
i wonder if she was too close or too far to the blast //
maybe she’s not supposed to he here
when we all fell from grace there were some beyond us, waiting with widened eyes and dripping teeth for us to fail
she has no vendetta
she takes what is ready
young or old, healthy or sick
maybe she’s lost
/ maybe she’s found, right here /
