The sun rays are not so merciful
in this vacant space of the dry kitchen.
They stood hovering above your thoughts like
how you stood below mine as my shadow
lingers on those words. Who knocks on
your door today? No one comes galloping
to your side. Mine
ran away as I slept countless dreams because
its instinct is right and its legs are strong.
Breathe the rain on your face
and you'll be reminded of whimsical
old times, perhaps my name as
the earth dries from the wet.
Clean-shaven garden,
Vonnie S.
in this vacant space of the dry kitchen.
They stood hovering above your thoughts like
how you stood below mine as my shadow
lingers on those words. Who knocks on
your door today? No one comes galloping
to your side. Mine
ran away as I slept countless dreams because
its instinct is right and its legs are strong.
Breathe the rain on your face
and you'll be reminded of whimsical
old times, perhaps my name as
the earth dries from the wet.
Clean-shaven garden,
Vonnie S.
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