Contemplations of cloudy days:

I want to pour myself into 
watering cans 

and then dump them over every 
dandelion I see 

Mama once said that 
dandelions were misplaced flowers 

that balloons were gifts to the moon 

I don't mind
she smiles down on me 
when my eyes are open after the lights go out 

urging me to sit on the floor 
with a thousand different colors 

and trace everything I remember about your eyes 
onto crumpled newspaper 

before burning it with matches 
and sprinkling the ashes over the blueberry bushes
 
last night you kissed me 
while my head laid heavy on my pillow 

you held me and made me remember 
every planet in our solar system 

I woke up 
with a heart made of silver coins 

your hair is made of 
lily pads and spider webs 

my eyes are full of the ocean 
and a thousand pages of words 
stuffed into different envelopes 

yours are open 
staring at rain beyond the window 

at the girl with her hair tied in knots 
my hair is made of corn silk 
and wind 

you feel like warm sunrays
like falling asleep holding my breath 

 

gaia_lenox

VT

YWP Alumni

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