there is something you should do,
if you could
remember, but
history is bipolar,
each moment splits in two
rifts, opening
skylights in hallways
days go into days, go
into years
and still nothing.
Nothing in the daisy fields,
nothing in the fields,
white hills vanishing
behind clouds
us, here
on the side of the road
and the wind whines
through the tussock grass
and cars drive past,
bright lights speeding through darkness
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 3:39 AM UTC
there is something you should do,
if you could
remember, but
history is bipolar,
each moment splits in two
rifts, opening
skylights in hallways
days go into days, go
into years
and still nothing.
Nothing in the daisy fields,
nothing in the fields,
white hills vanishing
behind clouds
us, here
on the side of the road
and the wind whines
through the tussock grass
and cars drive past,
bright lights speeding through darkness