Freckle-faced girl in the rainbow coat
Pretty
Riddled
Porcelain heart
You other girls with the unkind curls
Why, why
Won’t you
Make her a part
She is my friend and she shares her coat
What cost
You cause
Her eyes cast down
She found her smile in another place
My friend
She’s gone
A foreign town
Lightning but no thunder
Your far-away eyes and empty footsteps
My midnight eyes, too full and true blue
Were they?
I see the bricked wall
Mortared with steel
You guide my eye to a secret passage
I see a wasteland
But when I kneel
You speak of wonderland waiting for me
I see starvation
Stones for my meal
You reach out to me with my daily bread
I see the grey rain
No hope to feel
You fly white flowers in front of my eyes
What will it look like?
Why -and all the grief that it carries-
Wished into a million fragments
Then swept away with the clouds
When the kind Summer air has its way?
I think relief
Pray, where be the ends of the Earth
Will my wheels take me there
In the rain
On this, the blackest of nights
If not
Will due North
True North
Comfort me, ever again
Was it truly seven days
The path that produced truth
The Only Thing that isn’t
Too good to be true
Does your heart muscle remember
How it let go
Do you recollect
Those times you’ve freely relinquished
Or not wanting to release, did as much?
Account here your every sinew’s wisdom
Every neuron’s path
There is more of this road to trod
Hellish and unrelenting
Only hope will walk it
And I see footprints
But are they my own, making headway
Falling back
Lost?
I welcome your words
Teach my ears, my eyes, my fingers, my heart
How to let go
I did not just now
See
Did I
In my peripheral
With my two tired eyes
A guy strum slow down the sidewalk
With a cello
My very favorite
This time it saddened me, though
For it caused his back to bow
Under the weight of it
When he’d certainly have preferred
To reach
And pluck
The new tulips along his path instead
As sure as she stands
Having stopped running
And with a shortness of breath
Her wallowing ends here
A lesser woman
Would be smiling by now
At the thug long gone
In the rear view mirror
He’ll not admit
She is as good as gold
Like the flecks in her true green eyes
He tastes her pureness still
This second
Gone now
gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Grab another
Hold dear all you now hold
hold, hold, hold, hold, hold
You’ve now cause to pause
But not your breath
breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe
Release the plaguing
Steal sight of this time’s shine
shine, shine, shine, shine, shine
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