it was under a cold November sky when it happened/she smelled of fragrant shampoo and a slight hint of mashed potatoes/I don’t usually like mashed potatoes/but today they are my favorite/with lashes fluttering against cheeks/it was a zing/so natural/that I thought it must have been an illusion/but no/it was very real/the moment that your lips/touched mine.
For a businesswoman, she is very kind. She is the winter giving her hand to autumn as they trade places. Autumn stands back and watches Winter do her work, covering Autumn's leaves and grass until everything is white, white, white.
i've always loved the smell of paper
and i get to decide where everything gets to go.
when i hear a sound
i'd rather see what it is
than cower and wonder
what it could be.
for a tortoise, i think i beat the hare. he ran from everything yet always won. whether it was to give up friends or to just be right. now i pass him as he naps on the side of the road. i need a nap too, though.
Comments
Log in or register to post comments.