The trees duck and sway
A branch thrown here, a leaf dropped there
A trunk flung across the walk
The cars drift as
their neon headlights scratch the black
To find traffic lines
To guide their climb
(not finished)
I sit in a window behind a curtain that looks like bark
I water my plants, I sit on finished wood
And I wait
For nature to run away
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC
The trees duck and sway
A branch thrown here, a leaf dropped there
A trunk flung across the walk
The cars drift as
their neon headlights scratch the black
To find traffic lines
To guide their climb
(not finished)
I sit in a window behind a curtain that looks like bark
I water my plants, I sit on finished wood
And I wait
For nature to run away
