bronze model of my truth
worn golden from so many touching attempts at holding
never cupped in heavy hands
just brushed
a stone in river sinking
fills me warm in sunrise spectrum to know it go
standing publicly cemented
to the city center
always
forests encroach in slow motion
take me as I leave
up from the roots
that statue overgrown
none too soon
to be the base
of vining blooms
and shining worn back to brass
discovery
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
bronze model of my truth
worn golden from so many touching attempts at holding
never cupped in heavy hands
just brushed
a stone in river sinking
fills me warm in sunrise spectrum to know it go
standing publicly cemented
to the city center
always
forests encroach in slow motion
take me as I leave
up from the roots
that statue overgrown
none too soon
to be the base
of vining blooms
and shining worn back to brass
discovery
