you look for fallen trees

abandoned warehouses
blank stares
open and empty bottles

you look for stagnant water
malnourished cats
mislabeled nutrients

you look for misnomers
paper cuts
their residuals

and that’s where you set up shop
plant some seeds
begin watering and
in these dark sad quiet damp
recesses of the longest nights of their lives

you tell stories about the sun
until the morning comes
(as it always does)
then you let the sun tell its own stories
until it absorbs the moment
in light


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: