it was a pinnacle of ideals
every time
it rained
we tasted snow on our tongues
and inside
we pressed our cheeks
to a fire
and when discovering grass is the tip to woven roots,
nimbly, we fashioned strands
of earth into crowns
that slipped away from our fingers
before we were royal, before we created
our kingdom
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC
it was a pinnacle of ideals
every time
it rained
we tasted snow on our tongues
and inside
we pressed our cheeks
to a fire
and when discovering grass is the tip to woven roots,
nimbly, we fashioned strands
of earth into crowns
that slipped away from our fingers
before we were royal, before we created
our kingdom
