"maas" poems
Dry is a color,
It is a texture,
A feeling.
Dry is a well of no measure.
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 12:19 AM UTC
YET THIS WILL GO ONWARD THE SAME
( for Jennifer Maas )
wave after wave
of earth
the furrows touch the horizon
I follow my uncle
following the plough
Dolly the horse laughing
I could live
in this moment
as once I did
but this time
for always
live in its forever
I have stolen
the moment
from time
hid it in my mind
after all
it is mine
I command the moment
to "uuPPTHERE..move on!"
or "woeOOOH...slow down!"
I check it
with a "chUCK!" or "tttSK!"
it stops and shakes its head
harness bells in the breeze
the only sound
in this world
wave after wave
of earth
the furrows touching the horizon
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC