12.11.14

grey day, your mouth is grim,  your horizon, a clenched jaw. i am moving through you like a car past a field the color of missing color: what's closest is a ruddy rush, what's far away seems steady.

grey day, your mouth is grim,
your horizon, a clenched jaw.
i am moving through you
like a car past a field
the color of missing color:
what’s closest is a ruddy rush,
what’s far away seems steady.

kf | Meadow Street, Littleton, NH

yes, sometimes, what lies ahead seems to lean  with too much remind toward that we've left looming just behind. but there, see  how those trees are not wrenched by a weeping released, see how there is no need to drench them yet with sorrow.

yes, sometimes,
what lies ahead
seems to lean
with too much remind
toward that we’ve left looming
just behind.
but there, see
how those trees
are not wrenched by a
weeping released,
see how there is no need
to drench them yet
with sorrow.

kc | Groff Park, Amherst, MA

Leave a Reply

You can use these HTML tags

<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>

  

  

  

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.