The Park
The treetops aglow with sunny thunder
praises coat my arms like candlelight
my search ends in tulips
red and yellow..and red, burning smiles
I gallop with the ghosts, stopping once
to smell the tulips--
then we race again, above all else
mountain ranges side-by-side
drinking the supplies of childish
strides,
the honey bees fall victim to mellifluous blends
notes and notes, coming from groves
and groves.
Nature made sense of my breath, the
little of it that I had,
as I hopped and I played, high on the
highest ridge, erect amongst the Thorns.
Old, with their upside-down smiles
like rocks and stones, melancholy bones
finding their benches of earth, mounds of
dirt--
covered in tulips R.I.P
while I raced against the gale force winds
to the end;
February 15, 2016
Copyright © Sam Jameson | Year Posted 2016
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