weary:
I walk, feet stamping
the mud -
shoe soles damp with
civility:
now, deep in the soil,
trapped in oak -
the way I'll always remember her. a
tumbleweed:
she rolled through time,
me, the desert soil -
barren without her bristles.
falsities:
escaping pursed lips behind me:
"she is in a (better) place",
so then where am I?
I walk, feet stamping
the mud -
shoe soles damp with
civility:
now, deep in the soil,
trapped in oak -
the way I'll always remember her. a
tumbleweed:
she rolled through time,
me, the desert soil -
barren without her bristles.
falsities:
escaping pursed lips behind me:
"she is in a (better) place",
so then where am I?