Take the plow back.
give me irrigation, cuts
through the stubborn dirt
another hope to scar
our earthy night
blisters roll like sunrise
polished stone skins
beading my palm
the ice has grown
downward, like bridges
never finished,
wet from the sweat
of construction
we toiled for so long.
*nothing has grown
but the days.*
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
Take the plow back.
give me irrigation, cuts
through the stubborn dirt
another hope to scar
our earthy night
blisters roll like sunrise
polished stone skins
beading my palm
the ice has grown
downward, like bridges
never finished,
wet from the sweat
of construction
we toiled for so long.
*nothing has grown
but the days.*
