poetry is at first
a star melting
in your mouth
emerging as
a burst of doves
made of laughter
or
a swarm of locusts
screaming tears
it all ends up in the sky
poetry is at first
a star melting
in your mouth
emerging as
a burst of doves
made of laughter
or
a swarm of locusts
screaming tears
it all ends up in the sky
2 replies on “in the sky”
Amen to that, Alicia. Amen.
Thanks, Trent, dear.