Nostalgia is a man I have memories with,
but no knowledge of.
He is a tree rooted in mystery
with leaves that shade
the hungry mouth of a river
malnourished--
pale skin stretched over tendon.
Release
palm upturned in offering
always offering
even with nothing to give.
Nostalgia
never learned hatred,
but bitterness
cold winter biting at smoking hands
bony fingers raw and red and reaching
out out out
for empty air
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
Nostalgia is a man I have memories with,
but no knowledge of.
He is a tree rooted in mystery
with leaves that shade
the hungry mouth of a river
malnourished--
pale skin stretched over tendon.
Release
palm upturned in offering
always offering
even with nothing to give.
Nostalgia
never learned hatred,
but bitterness
cold winter biting at smoking hands
bony fingers raw and red and reaching
out out out
for empty air
