Here is the breeze again
and the smell of grass
of water of firewood.
Leaning
to unspoken music.
Crushed squirrel,
get up and dance with me
for an instant
before I lose your sight.
I had forgotten
how to rage
against the wind.
I was going to walk the road,
tamed as a wild animal.
I forgot I ain’t no road ****
The trees run backwards in time
for those anchored in speed.
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 3:49 AM UTC
Here is the breeze again
and the smell of grass
of water of firewood.
Leaning
to unspoken music.
Crushed squirrel,
get up and dance with me
for an instant
before I lose your sight.
I had forgotten
how to rage
against the wind.
I was going to walk the road,
tamed as a wild animal.
I forgot I ain’t no road ****
The trees run backwards in time
for those anchored in speed.
